Together, Yet Utterly Alone. [ Pt. II ]

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The morning sun filtered through the windows as Karin’s eyes slowly opened from her slumber. She stayed still for a moment, blinking and focusing her vision with the invasive light, and looked over to find her alarm clock and determine the time, thinking that it couldn’t possibly be after 8 AM because she was biologically programmed to wake up

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Feeling the weight leave her leg and the blood rush back in to cure the pins and needles feeling she had in her foot, Karin slowly opened her eyes and turned to look at Fathom, but from the angle of looking from the top down, she saw Zaku first. Her eyes widened, only slightly and briefly from fear, before Karin slowly turned and looked away, hoarsely speaking out and lacking emotion, "As soon as these clothes are done, I'll leave. You won't have to worry anymore." She paused for a minute, closing her eyes, before looking back to him, tilting her head to the side as if she lost the ability to keep it up, "For what it's worth, I'm sorry. For anything. For everything." She turned back to look at the dryer, "As soon as they're done..."
"...Just shut up." Zaku muttered harshly, even after he told himself not to say anything. She really beat herself up... I can't let her down ever again. Zaku knelt down to her level and just looked at her as if he was still mad, trying to keep eye contact as much as possible. He indicated to Fathom to get up and move over, and the big white dog obediently obeyed. Zaku rested his hand on Karin's shoulder with a firm grip, but without aggression, then he waited to see if she would respond to it, to test her awareness about herself. No... I don't think she did it because she's a slut... He decided to himself.

Karin felt the tinge of coldness as Fathom had left her side, eyes focused on the dryer, without being focused on anything at all. When Zaku held onto her shoulder, she looked slowly over to him. Ow, She thought as his fingers held onto her. He looked angry. He sounded angry. She wasn't really in the mood to try and push him any further. So, she shut up... and stared at him. Her emotionless face looked like a statue at first, but the more she looked back to him and stared into his eyes, she started to feel colder and colder inside, her insides twisting and turning in knots again as the sides of her eyes began to water again. No matter how much she willed it so, she couldn't look away. Stop. Get out. This is too painful.