#beaconsoflight

But where would he go? Sun risen to light up the day after, burning his eyes, and he still feels dazed and lax. Sitting up in bed hasn’t even been an option, only staring at the wall before inevitably turning over (confident he hadn’t overdosed the night before). This is the most movement he’s done all day, and he feels better now, able to really stretch his legs and relieve his back from the pressure of laying curled into a fetal position. Were his muscles not so lax, his contentment would be clear with a smile.

But for now, he lies in bed, lips barely parted, perfect in mood and mentality. There’s nothing to worry about anymore, nothing to even think about. There is only Kita-chan by his side. Nothing but euphoria and the numbing calmness from both the drugs and her presence. He won’t be going anywhere today.

“Heyyy, baby…”

He already managed to roll over on his back, he could at least do her the courtesy of turning all the way to look at her. He only needs a moment to take a breath and prepare his muscles for the move—carefully, steady. Nerves finally awakening from a night’s accommodated rest, he’s able to bring his arms beneath his head to prop himself up and look at her.

“I’m not going anywhere… There’s no need to be scared.”