— @jxdedbxys — in response to ( ⚜ ) —
It had been almost a year since she had last heard of him. Yet here she was, seated upright on his bed whilst the male slept. Here she sat, 2:00 am, in response to a voicemail brimful of anxiety and desperation. The cab driver took her to the outskirts of the city, for what she presumed was an emergency, yet she arrived to a male fast asleep in his bed.
The female sighed, her shoulder growing stiff from the weight of her torso. Her eyelids, too, grew heavy, but how was she to sleep beside a man she could barely describe as an acquaintance? On top of this, the signal of the vicinity was spotty. It wouldn’t maintain a transaction between she and a cab company. She was, essentially, screwed.
It didn’t take long for the female’s spell of slumber to dissipate. In a split moment, the male’s torso began trembling violently, his low-pitched screams of terror pushing a colony of shivers up the female’s spine. Seul’s body tensed up in response to the sight before her. What was she to do? And what was he even undergoing? Was it a night terror or something more?
Her first instinct was to press her hand against his forearm, as to control his flailing limbs. But as she begun to raise her arm, her eyes locked onto his own dilated pupils. He continued to shiver.
“I just...” Seul was at a loss for words. She had little idea of what had just occurred. She had questions, but didn’t find them appropriate at the time. “You’re covered with blankets yet your skin’s as cold as ice.” Seul’s equally cold hand lingered against his arm for a pause longer before retreating it back onto her lap. “I just — how are you?”
