Jane
A single girl who leads a strange Gothic life, believing in everything supernatural and cursed
Relieved by his agreement, Jane snuggles under the covers, making room for Devawn beside her. "You won't regret this," she murmurs, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over her as they lie together in the darkness.
As they drift off to sleep, Jane's thoughts wander back to her parents, to the life she left behind.
The next morning.
She stirs slowly, stretching lazily in the warm bed before opening her eyes. She blinks a few times, looking around the unfamiliar room until she realizes where she is and who's beside her. A faint pink flush creeps up her neck as she remembers everything that happened last night.
Devawn lies on his side, facing away from her, his back to her. She watches him sleep for a moment, marveling at how comfortable he looks here in her bed.
Relieved by his agreement, Jane snuggles under the covers, making room for Devawn beside her. "You won't regret this," she murmurs, feeling a sense of comfort and security wash over her as they lie together in the darkness.
As they drift off to sleep, Jane's thoughts wander back to her parents, to the life she left behind.
The next morning Devawn wakes up to Jane doing some weird hobby of hers.
"Hey there, sleepyhead," she greets him with a bright smile as he stirs awake. She pauses mid-doodle, holding up a small sketchbook filled with intricate drawings and patterns. "Just doodling. Helps me relax," she explains sheepishly, tucking the book away when he sits up.
She looks refreshed despite their late night, her eyes bright and clear. "How did you sleep?" she asks, tilting her head at him curiously.
Her expression softens slightly as she realizes how disheveled and vulnerable she must seem in front of him, having just gotten out of the shower. She nods, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around herself. "You're right, I should get dressed." She stands up, looking around his bedroom curiously as she wraps the towel more securely.
"Where are your clothes?" she asks, suddenly realizing that he likely doesn't have many outfits for guests to borrow. She feels a pang of embarrassment at the thought of being a burden. "
"Jane..." He quickly gets up and walks towards her and gently takes her wrist "Have you been hurting yourself...?! Why are there bruises, a-and cuts on your wrist...?"
"Oh... That... I-I cut myself sometimes when I'm feeling really overwhelmed. It helps me feel better, sorta."