beauty in death | christian anthony

seventh day.

— seventh day.

oh, beauty in death sometimes.
no, you've never been this high.

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Chase Atlantic - BEAUTY IN DEATH

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you turned your head to watch the digital clock sitting on the nightstand next to the bed you shared with christian – who's not there, and sighed when you saw the time.

4:28

you were still hearing noise in the studio and light was coming out of under the door, meaning that they still are working hard. can't they have a small break ? just one ? is it forbidden ?
you started holding the bedsheets tighter, still having a huge headache but not as huge as a few hours ago.
when you woke up you were in your bed, meaning that one of the boys may had found you on the couch, thinking that you were asleep. you felt thankful for that but it means that they had that break you wanted so bad, so if you weren't so weak you could've talked to kras. this thought made you so mad at yourself : unconscious because of a little headache, really [name] ?

the door opened slightly, the light illuminating a part of the wide bedroom before being closed almost as quickly. you didn't move, facing the wall while staying silent, and heard a yawn. christian was finally coming to bed. you lifted your eyes to the clock and saw that it was almost six in the morning. they work too hard.
you now heard a noise of a light fabric falling onto the floor, followed by a weight on the mattress behind you and two arms embracing you. his soft hug made you shiver happily, his head leaning on your shoulder and his fingers crawling under your sweater to stroke the soft skin on your belly.
the weight of his head on your shoulder increased slowly and his moves stopped, meaning that he fell asleep, and you put your hand on top of his.

tears started to roll down on your cheeks. usually you're not crying as much as this, but these days were so weird. you found christian and your friends again, but the announcement of this damn illness didn't allow you to be happy.
you tried to calm yourself as quickly as possible, not wanting to wake up your boyfriend currently laying against your shoulder.

you realized that you still didn't sleep when you felt christian waking up and starting to get out of bed at nine. your frowned and caught his hand in yours, obviously startling him, and turned to face him. his free hand went on your side, stroking your skin under your top as his morning voice resonated into your head.
“why aren't you sleeping, babe ? you look so tired..
- i.. need to talk to you. please, christian. „