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Chapter 6: Journals and Suitcases
‘Imaginary Delight’
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Cillian came back to the room with two empty suitcases after a little while. He had needed a moment to collect himself after Y/N had told him how she was determined to leave. But upon returning he’d found her asleep on the sofa, just like old times. It had pained him so deeply, so physically, that he had to sit down. He stared at her softly snoring form, for how long he could not determine. This was the sight that sometimes awaited him when he would come back from his evening jogs, when everything was okay, when ‘they’ were okay. He knew this was probably the last time he would see her for a while. He hated himself in that minute, for thinking and imagining their future in the times he was about to give up the belief that Y/N would wake up. He would imagine getting up to her face next to him on bed, them making the best of it in bed before having breakfast together. Then she would be off to work and he would do his usual chores, still high on the morning bliss. Then when he would return from his evening jog, she would be here, in their little reading corner, either reading or snoring like this. He would usually wake her up but sometimes, just simply pick her up in his arms and transfer her to the bed, not wanting to disturb her sleep.
  Those were the good times. The memories almost made him choke. So, he did what he almost always did, one last time it would seem. He got up and picked Y/N up in his arms to put her on to the bed. He slowly and carefully took her shoes off and put her favorite blanket on her, tucking it from the sides. She rolled on her side snuggling further into the material, still very much asleep. His hand reached for her face as he gradually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Then, before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on her forehead before forcing himself out of the room.
