Day 97, Noonish
Ken was trying – trying so hard – to feel better. Physically, he was healing well. Most of the pain was gone, and when he found a mirror to look, the bruising was down to an angry red spattered across his pale back. If he didn’t move too fast or push himself too hard, he didn’t notice it. But he was still barred from going back to work on the wall.
Something else was bothering him. He had been in the dining room when Anissina made her announcement. She’d finally found a way to get the doubles back to their own worlds. He didn’t think anyone would force him back to his own. He hoped no one would send him back. There was a tiny worry that someone might try – but he knew Wolf would not, and he was sure Yuuri would not. If anyone did try, he … well, he wouldn’t go. He couldn’t. He would run, or … do whatever he had to. But he was not going back.
No. He wasn’t worried about being sent back to his own world. He was more worried that someone else might decide to return to theirs. He hadn’t seen Wolf since the day he’d been escorted to his room. He’d spent so much of his time following that day sleeping, he wasn’t sure if Wolf had been around or not. A part of him feared his friend was already gone, and he had been in too much of a daze to realize it.
Weary and worried, Ken found himself out in the garden. He dropped onto a bench and leaned back with a sigh. He hadn’t intended to wander so far from his room, where the close walls felt more comfortable than open spaces, but the fresh air felt good.
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Something else was bothering him. He had been in the dining room when Anissina made her announcement. She’d finally found a way to get the doubles back to their own worlds. He didn’t think anyone would force him back to his own. He hoped no one would send him back. There was a tiny worry that someone might try – but he knew Wolf would not, and he was sure Yuuri would not. If anyone did try, he … well, he wouldn’t go. He couldn’t. He would run, or … do whatever he had to. But he was not going back.
No. He wasn’t worried about being sent back to his own world. He was more worried that someone else might decide to return to theirs. He hadn’t seen Wolf since the day he’d been escorted to his room. He’d spent so much of his time following that day sleeping, he wasn’t sure if Wolf had been around or not. A part of him feared his friend was already gone, and he had been in too much of a daze to realize it.
Weary and worried, Ken found himself out in the garden. He dropped onto a bench and leaned back with a sigh. He hadn’t intended to wander so far from his room, where the close walls felt more comfortable than open spaces, but the fresh air felt good.
((OPEN POST))