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The wall clock’s incessant ticking kept him awake. The faint repetitive noise was present in his mind as well as the fact that he and Nate finally had something in common. They were both in love with Daysia. It’d been about a week since he’d seen the girl, letting things cool down hadn’t excused the girl from his mind especially not today since Nate’s appearance at his apartment. But what if in Malcolm’s absence, she’d been feeling lonely and given in to Nate’s confession had he gone there? What if he was laying in the girl’s bed tonight? Mac couldn’t stomach the thought. In just his boxers, Malcolm shuffled across his apartment floor and across the hall to Daysia’s room where he entered the darkness, seeing her sleeping body illuminated by the moonlight pouring in the window. His tall frame crawled into her bed, curling up behind her gently but waking her in the process. Though he wouldn’t outwardly admit it, that was his intention. “Hey..” The rasp of his voice whispered soft as she rested his chin on her back. “I couldn’t sleep. Um, alright if I stay here?” Malcolm asked sheepishly as he laced his arms around her petite waist. “I don’t like not talking to you..”

@daysiias​

chocolate hues fluttered open as another body shifted her awake. even if he hadn't spoken, daysia would've known it was mac. no one else would be crawling into bed with her. she kept her lips shut tight in a thin line as he spoke, trying to form a coherent sentence while still coming out of her sleepy stupor. "then you could just talk to me?" she whispered. it probably wasn't the right response. she shook her head and rolled around to face mac, a sad smile tugging at the corners of her lips. daysia met the male's gaze, before yawning into her pillow. "what time is it? are you okay?" she was finally coming to. for the first time in weeks, her head wasn’t pounding. her injuries had healed up pretty well, but she still didn’t look like herself. honestly, she wasn’t sure who that was anymore. those few seconds of oblivion when your eyes open after waking up had completely disappeared, and daysia was remembering why the two hadn’t talked much, but there wasn’t a lot she could do to avoid this conversation when he was in bed with her -- besides, she wanted nothing more than to curl into him and fall asleep. instead, she just stared. “you can tell me if something’s wrong.”

🌻 a worried text.

D [9:46 PM]: mac D [9:46 PM]: someone on facebook said that there are firefighters hurt at the fire on blueberry D [9:47 PM]: i don’t even know if you’re there D [9:47 PM]: but i’m panicking and i can’t run fast enough D [9:47 PM]: please be ok

🐰 a goofy text. 

D [4:32 AM]: i saw this trend on tiktok where a woman drops her tits out for her partner and plays this song and the person comes running from wherever they are D [4:33 AM]: example: click D [4:33 AM]: i will strike at any time. do not focus too hard on something when i’m in the room or tiktok will see your demise, enjoy luv xx 

🦋 a loving text.

“my mom, for sure. i mean, she can nag a lot but she played the roles of both mom and dad when my brother and i were growing up. she somehow managed to keep working, give us the love we deserved, and not lose her cool. even now, she’s got so much on her shoulders and she just pushes through. i’d do anything to be half the woman she is.”

[ sleepy ]  for  your  muse  to  slowly  fall  asleep  on  my  muse’s  lap.

the two of them had been stoned for hours. sleep was inevitable, but daysia was sure that neither of them felt like moving. very carefully, she pulled nate down into her lap. “it’s okay,” she muttered, letting him rest his head. she ran her fingers through his hair, humming softly. “want to share the couch tonight?” she raised a brow, but before she knew it, the male was out like a light.

this short takes place the night after the fight at the campgrounds.

he had insisted on staying with her that night. while daysia appreciated the gesture, she couldn’t sleep. the thought of going to bed hadn’t even crossed her mind. not much of anything had since saphira’s fist had collided with her face over and over. the sheer amount of pain that radiated from her head was insurmountable, but she knew she couldn’t get anything for it from jamie until tomorrow morning. with that being the only thought in mind, daysia pulled herself to her feet, wobbling to a standing position. she staggered towards her bedroom, spotting dominic laying in bed. whether he was asleep or not, she couldn’t ascertain. daysia crawled into the bed, allowing her body to sink into the matress, eyelids falling to a close over tear-filled eyes. “he’ll never be with me,” she whispered, losing the will to care as to whether or not he could hear her. “mac? not me. never me. i don’t know why i thought...” she trailed off, shaking her head. “i’m just a fucked up bitch who doesn’t know when to shut up. i’m nothing to show off. i’m nothing...” she whispered, before pushing her pillow into her mouth and biting down in an attempt not to cry. curled up behind dominic’s back, daysia slowly drifted off to sleep.

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Nate nodded. He pursed his lips and hugged his sides. He shook his head as she asked. “I didn’t even know anything was wrong until you opened the door.” He softly said. He felt his eye twitch as she mentioned Mac. “Fuck.” He swore, turning his gaze to stare at the blank wall but he looked back over at her again once she said maybe I deserve this. He dropped his arms. “You didn’t deserve that!” He snapped. “Saphira should’ve gone to Mac first or talked to you like a normal fucking person.” He huffed through his nose and went to grab the joint he left in the kitchen and muttered angrily under his breath on the way. “We need this.” He said waving it around and throwing himself onto the couch beside her. He pulled his lighter from his pocket and lit the end. He took a hit and as he blew smoke out, he handed it over to her. “That’s so fucked up.” He said with a cough. 

“maybe i did,” she mumbled, eyes glued to something across the room. her mind had become a very dark place in the past week. shadows had always occupied the space, but the darkness was overwhelming at this point. “maybe i did deserve that, nate,” daysia repeated. “i mean, can you honestly say that this hasn’t been a long time coming? can you honestly say that i don’t deserve the shit kicked out of me?” she looked up to meet his gaze. “yeah, maybe she should have but it’s over and done with. she can have her cake and eat it too,” she reached for the blunt and put it between her lips, inhaling for a rather alarming amount of time. she ashed the long stream into an empty bottle, exhaling hard and feeling her head rush. she fell back into the couch, her eyes fluttering to a close. “i can’t fuckin’ do this shit anymore, nate,” she let out a shaky breath. “i really can’t.”