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Anonymous Thu 27 Jun 2024 00:17:27 No.66934870 Report

>>66934814
Hey writeanon , can i get another continuation for this story? Meaby showing how they start to develop feelings for each other.
>Your waifu is coming over, what's for dinner?
Pizza

Anonymous Thu 27 Jun 2024 00:42:57 No.66935406 Report

Quoted By: >>66935486 >>66935625

>>66934870
>I stare up at the unfamiliar ceiling. I'm in a spare bedroom at Nick's place. She inherited it from her folks and just keeps it up, from what she told me. I can't bring myself to sleep yet. Still having hangups and guilt about this whole ordeal. It's all I got at the moment, however. I sigh and roll around a bit. Not even sure if I want to dive right back into the realm of repeated nightmares, anyway.
>I finally decide I need at least a quick walk around, stretching my still sore leg. I creep out and make my way to the kitchen. May as well grab a drink of water while I'm here. I'm part way through filling up a glass from the tap when I hear a voice from behind me.
>"You alright?"
>"Struggling to sleep. Sorry if I woke you."
>"Nah I was up already. Insomnia, I guess." She shrugs and yawns. I'm not sure I believe her. She's wearing that oversized sweater still, using it as a sort of pajama top.
>"C'mon, I got a TV in my room." I hesitate as she turns to lead me back. It's either agree to whatever this is or lie cold and alone waiting for another nightmare to slowly take me. I gamble on the former.
>I follow, her room a few doors down from the one I've been granted. I step in and... it's messy. I guess she's just as normal as anyone else, despite the sainthood she seems to be taking on in terms of my situation. The room is dimly lit with a small lamp near her bed.
>She turns and notices my view. "Oh uh, sorry dude."
>"It's fine. It's...normal." I play with the word. It feels strange.
>She plops hard into bed, a queen size I believe and pats beside her. I limp over and lay back. I think she set out the better mattress for me, honestly.
>She fishes around inside a bedside drawer and pulls out a remote, a flat screen mounted on the opposite wall flickering to life. She's got it hooked to several streaming services. Modern technology never ceases to amaze. I fluff my pillow and get situated so that the pressure is off my leg.
cont. Snuggles inc

Anonymous Thu 27 Jun 2024 00:53:43 No.66935625 Report

Quoted By: >>66935832

>>66935406
>This draws attention again, Nick turning her head to me. "Still hurt?" she looks down at it.
>"Sore. Have to keep it in certain positions otherwise it has a dull pain." I wonder how long that'll be a thing for. I see Nick flinch.
>She looks back and thumbs through her catalogue. I note a couple oddities, she's got a few Disney pieces on recommendation. Must be a shared account or something. She finally settles on some sort of documentary on Sports. Can't say I'm too interested but the dull drone will put me to sleep. Good plan.
>I let out a bit of a sigh and notice movement out of the corner of my eye. I glance over to Nick who's staring at me. She looks as if she wants to speak.
>"Nick?"
>"Uh, hey Anon this might come out a bit weird..." Whatever she has to say to me I am going to accept it. I have no mind to stomp on her hospitality.
>"I was telling the truth about that insomnia thing. I... struggle to sleep alone." It's a bit odd hearing she has any flaws, could've convinced me otherwise.
>"Can we...?" she wants to cuddle up. I get a rise. This is so familiar it hurts. Am I doing this again? I have to do this for her but... I don't know if I want to. I swallow my hangups, we're not pushing her away. She deserves better than that.
>"Sure." She slowly and deliberately moves in, resting her head against me. I my body goes cold.
>The nightmares bleed into reality. I hear Fang's breathing, her wing against me. Instant flashbacks to our time together. It hurts.
>I feel myself slipping. Falling right back into that pit. I want to allow myself to fall. I want to not have to feel this pain. I turn my head slightly to look down at Nick. Her breathing has turned rhythmical and she's appears to already have entered the dream realm. I shut my eyes hard.
>It's okay.
cont.

Anonymous Thu 27 Jun 2024 01:02:50 No.66935832 Report

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>>66935625
>A mantra I've adopted. I take a deep breath and let it ring through me. I miss Fang. I miss the times we spent together. It hurts being like this. I don't have the strength to do this.
>It's okay.
>My muscles loosen. I hate being a drain on those around me, Nick especially. All I do is hurt others. I'm scum and won't ever amount to anything.
>It's okay.
>I can feel the sharp pain in my head dulling. I have no future, no prospects. No family, no home, no friends.
>It's okay.
>The words finally ring out in my head, reminding me that at least one person thinks better of me than I do. She's still laying against me, content and relaxed. The anxiety starts to pass. I'm not on the roof anymore. Not the hospital, not an open grave. I'm laying down in bed next to the person who refuses to let me be swallowed by my own void. The relaxation hits me fully as I start falling into slumber.
>I dread the dreams, the scolding nightmares. Reminders of my failures. The last thought I have before I fully give in to them is of Nick. I'm still not certain how I feel about all this but I know one thing. Nick's family. What exactly that means I'm not sure, but it's right. I can feel it.
>The nightmares don't come. The weight of Nick's head and arm across me bleed into my dreams, a warm reminder that I'm not alone.

Fin. Cuddlin;

>>66934910
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