10: Fake Peace [Aya]

For the first time, since the night of the Sacrifice three years ago, I slept peacefully. Without any traumatizing night terrors that would wake me up, screaming bloody murder or would leave me unable to breathe, while my eyes would be staring at the ceiling, sweating profusely.

I was cuddled up next to Seiren, feeling his warm arms around me as we laid on this surprisingly comfortable couch. I never expected that the couch would be big enough for two people to sleep on it, and that was without pulling it open. I now knew why Setsu, from time to time, preferred to sleep here rather than returning to his apartment, which was a just few blocks away from our office.

I woke up to a bright morning sun shining down on my face, unable to believe what exactly transpired between us last night. My emotions were a bubbling mess, and that was in a good way. My head rested on Seiren’s chest, listening to his heartbeat.

And Faustus was still quiet, which was more than I could ask for.