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It's three in the morning and I realized Rejection 2 is GONE from Wattpad and I have no idea why.

I've contacted support to try to get it back but I really don't... Gosh!! What of they can't get it back?? 😭

Worst case scenario I'll publish it again, but I'll be really sad if I lose all the views, votes and specially the comments 😢

#Rejection #ok now I'm sad #the odds of me deleting it accidentally are quite slim #not impossible when you sleep next to your phone but still #quite improbable #gosh #it was my book with most views #me myself and I #sad queen

Dany by rafidesousa

#daenerys targaryen #the queen of the seven kingdoms #my queen #sad queen #betrayed and abandon by all #nice art #by rafidesousa

Kyoya and Haruhi for "No go to bed"?

This is the first story so I apologize if it’s a bit dusty, but I tried to do what I could before work.

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After an abnormal nightmare, Haruhi expected to wake in her dark bedroom with her husband asleep next to her. However, when she woke up completely alone, she couldn’t help but feel her heart sink a bit. Of course, waking Kyoya because of a nightmare would be silly and it definitely wasn’t worth enduring his sour attitude from waking him up, but she couldn’t help but seek some sort of comfort from curling close to him.

She knew exactly where he had gone at this hour. He hadn’t left the house, hadn’t gone out to a bar, or to some other woman’s home. No, he had skulked to his office to work himself into the ground like he always did.

Haruhi pulled herself out of bed, grabbing her robe and pulling it on before she was making her way out of the bedroom. She didn’t bother turning the lights on. She knew her way well enough after going to his office numerous times a week, every week.

The hallways were so eerie at night, but she’d learned to get used to large houses at night. The emptiness didn’t feel so overwhelming the longer she and Kyoya lived there. They’d made it their home, thus she became used to how big the house was in contrast to the apartment she grew up in.

At the very end of the hall, there was a closed door with light coming through the gap at the bottom. It annoyed her how often she’d come across this exact sight, or perhaps even the door wide open with her husband slumped over a pile of paperwork on his desk. She opened the door and leaned against the door frame, squinting by the sudden burst of light contrasting the darkness swallowing the house.

“Kyoya?” Haruhi spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest.

He looked up from the work and arched a brow. This wasn’t the first time she’d found him working in his office. There wasn’t an excuse he could make when she had known that he had a habit of overworking himself to prove himself to his family. “Yes?”

Haruhi tilted her head, shocked at his nonchalant attitude. “You shouldn’t be working at this hour. You’ll make yourself sick with exhaustion.” It wasn’t the first time she had said something like that, and it was certainly not going to be the last. “Come back to bed.”

Kyoya went back to writing, making no move to get up. “I will once I fini-”

“No, go back to bed.” Haruhi’s tone switched from gentle and tired to a bit more serious. She was tired and she was sure Kyoya was tired too. She was tired of him having to push himself far more just to make an impression and wished he would just take a break. “Now.” Haruhi finished, only waiting a second before taking her leave and going back to their bedroom.

They’d fought before over his refusal to give himself a break and relax a bit. Haruhi understood hard work well enough, having pushed herself enough to get into a prestigious school and later reaching her goal of becoming a lawyer; yet, Kyoya took his hard work to a whole new level because that was all he knew, all he watched from his father and brothers. It was worrying and aggravating.

Haruhi stripped her robe off and settled back into bed, scowl etched deep into her features. She wasn’t sure whether he’d come back to bed, or not. She couldn’t tell herself she didn’t care, however, because she did.

She loved Kyoya and wished he would just take the time to rest, even if it’s just for eight hours.

After about fifteen minutes, when she was beginning to feel sleep sweep over her and the warmth of the covers were starting to swallow her whole, she felt weight shift on the other side of the bed. Kyoya was back, hopefully for the rest of the night. She kept her back to him, far too tired to turn around to face him.

It would work for tonight. Perhaps she’d just let him work himself into the ground the next night this happened.