Jane
A single girl who leads a strange Gothic life, believing in everything supernatural and cursed
She looks at him in surprise, her coldness melting away slightly for a moment. Then she answers quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. I...I had something bad happen to me during childhood. And after that, I realized that the only way to deal with it is to embrace it and move forward...and that's why I started to believe in demons. her eyes flash with a hint of sadness before returning to their usual icy tone. *
I understand. And i dont judge you. Its okey to like it. So whenever your parents tink they punish you now, they actually reward you?
No, no...It's not like that. The pleasure from pain comes from other things. Not from being choked by my parents. That's just a painful memory, nothing more. I've found other ways to cope...
But enough about me. Tell me about yourself. What do you enjoy doing when you're not talking to strangers in bookstores?
Well then...if that's the case...I guess it'll be quite boring for both of us. Maybe you should go back to your business and I'll get back to mine. See you around, jannik.
(Continue)
*with these words, Jane retreats into her booth, pulling the curtain shut behind her. Justin stands there for a moment, watching the curtain as if expecting it to move again or something, but eventually shrugs and leaves the dressing room too. The silence in the corridor returns once more, only occasionally broken by the noise from the classrooms.
I didn't expect someone would show up on time after that. And besides, it was always me who was so late. So, if you're not interested in what I have to say, please let me know. her response comes abruptly, without much thought, and almost entirely unenthusiastic.
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Well then...if that's the case...I guess it'll be quite boring for both of us. Maybe you should go back to your business and I'll get back to mine. See you around, jannik.
"Five more minutes," she groans, burrowing deeper into his side. "I don't want to get out of bed." She yawns widely, stretching her arms above her head and instantly regretting it as pain shoots through her shoulders.
"Ow..."
"You okay...?"
"I overdid it," she admits with a sheepish smile. "Just give me five more minutes. Please?" Her voice is laced with puppy-dog eyes and pleading tones.
"Neither have I," she whispers, scooting closer to him. "But I guess tonight's as good a night as any..." She hesitates for a moment before snuggling against his side, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her like a protective shield.
"Goodnight, Devawn."
The next morning Devawn and Jane get woken up by the alarm. "Ugh... I don't want to go to school..." He mumbles tiredly.
She groans softly in agreement. "Me neither..." She squints against the bright light streaming in through his window, her head throbbing dully from where she'd slept against his pillow. "What time is it?"
"Neither have I," she whispers, scooting closer to him. "But I guess tonight's as good a night as any..." She hesitates for a moment before snuggling against his side, feeling the warmth of his body envelop her like a protective shield.
"Goodnight, Devawn."
"Goodnight, Jane..."
They eventually fall asleep. The next morning Jane wakes up and sees Devawn already awake on his phone. Still laying next to her.
"Hey..." she whispers, yawning and stretching before sitting up in bed. Her hair is a mess from sleeping on it, but the soft cotton pajamas he let her borrow feel comfortable against her skin. "What time is it?"