"isn't it ironic how you want to live in darkness but all you want is to be found?"
This won't do. this is bogus. She crumbled up the paper and threw it away. a novel? She could barely come up with a quote anymore. What do they know? and they expect her to write a whole ass book again? well then, they're in for a terrible disappointment.
She stared into space, trying to think of better ideas to come up with but alas, her brain wasn't all that creative, yikes.
She sighed, leaving her pen on the table and got up. This won't do. She's tired and there's nothing more than she needed than sleep. She turned off the light and flopped on her bed lifelessly, slowly feeling the tiredness slip out of her body.
Darkness filled every corner of her room. She closed her eyes and sighed. She does sigh a lot, huh? isn't it strange when we close our eyes, we still see darkness? Is that what every human is? Dark? everyone has their darkest, deepest secrets. Things they could never tell anyone. Things that are buried within them. Things that kill them every second because there's not a single soul whom they can trust to tell. Everyone is dark deep down. What a weird piece of logic though. She really needs to sleep.
7:30 am.
She woke up startled as her alarm clock kept ringing the life out of her ears, goddamnit.
half asleep, she turned it off. 'Diligent? Punctual? Role model type? I don't belong to this category. I'm sorry, vivian.' she thought to herself.
She heard a knock on her door. "May I enter, agnes" the voice spoke.
"Come in, ian." She managed to croak, quickly getting up, sitting on her bed. God, why was she so nervous?
He opened the door of her room and walked in. "ari, we need to-" he stopped midway, staring at her for a moment. "You look like a mess. Did you just wake up?"
okay, it was kind of embarrassing when he pointed it out that way- all she could do was nod.
"ah, I see." he sat next to her, grabbing a hairbrush from the tiny desk next to her bed.
She quickly moved her gaze down, staring at her bedsheet. "Look at me now." He said softly, brushing her hair which looked clearly messy.
She moved her gaze up, looking at him, biting her lower lip in embarrassment and chuckled. "geez, you treat me like a sibling, suga"
He at once stopped his actions and looked at her for a moment and then said silently,"Trust me, y/n. I can assure you that I don't see you as one."
She blankly stared at him as his words started to sink in. He left the hairbrush on the desk and got up. "Freshen up. I've got work to do. See you at 4."
They didn't make eye contact even once after that little confusing conversation they just had. She watched him leave her room, strangely remembering her thoughts from last night. Suga. Could he be hiding something dark too?
It's been 5 years now. Ever since, he's been her guardian.
Her guardian. What an odd label for a man like him.