Coming Home To You.

Mist sat quietly in the kitchen, the only light coming from the light under the microwave. Mist looked up to the clock, which read 2:30 in bright red letters. She hadn't able to sleep that night. She had barely been able to sleep all week.  It's rare she gets more than ten hours of sleep on any given day, but she still gets above three hours. Her bed felt cold and too big. She had been sitting on one of the metal barstools around the counter for about an hour now. She doesn't normally come out of her room when she can't sleep, but she was getting tired of staring at her ceiling. 

The only noise in the kitchen was the faint hum of the fridge, and quiet music coming from her phone. 

Her head whipped toward the hall when she heard the creak of a door and light footsteps. 

It was Sunny. Why was she up this late? I could ask you the same question. The voice in her head chimed. 

"Sunny?" Mist called, her voice loud enough for the person to hear, but not loud enough to wake anyone up. 

"Yeah?" 

"Oh, hey, just seeing if it was you." she said, walking towards Sunny, who was making her way into the kitchen. 

"The one and only." Sunny responds sarcastically.

They both sit down at the counter, sitting in silence, listening to Faith, the song Mist's playlist had chosen for them at the moment.

"What's wrong? Couldn't sleep?" Mist turned her head to look at Sunny. Satan, She could look at her for the eternity both of them existed for.

"Yeah." There was a specific melancholy-ness to her tone that had Mist worried. She decided not to press further. 

As Faith ended, the segway into Life Eternal began to play. With this, Mist decided to do something about the twisting feeling in her gut every time Sunny walked out of someone else's room in the morning. Every time Sunny was holding someone else's hand. Every time Sunny wasn't in bed with her. Every time she wasn't the one to paint her neck with hickeys. She stood up and held out a hand to her. 

"A dance?" Mist asked.

"Any day." Sunny took her hand and began.

Mist was leading, pushing her out and pulling her in. They moved together like moon and sun, like the gears in a watch. Mist dipped her down, a sturdy arm holding Sunny up, then pulling her back up. They continued to slow dance until the song ended. When it did, they still held eachother. Sunny's head rested on Mist's, hands sitting perfectly on her waist. 

"We both should go to bed." Sunny giggled. 

Sunny's laugh was contagious, Mist couldn't help but laugh too. 

"Yeah, we should." She smiled into Sunny's collarbone.

They let go of eachother, Mist grabbed her phone and slipped it into the pocket of her shorts. They walked down the long, dark, corridor.

"'Night, Misty." Sunny stopped at her door, and so did Mist. 

"'Night Sunshine." Mist hugged Sunny once again. She looked up at her, only inches away from Sunny's face. At both of their realizations they quickly let go of eachother, blushing messes. 

She walks down the hall to her room near the end of the hall, signifying how she was among the older ghouls. Useless, you. You were used and thrownaway. Nothing more than a tool. That's all you'll ever be. She walked into her room, threw her phone on her bed, then threw herself on the large, bare bed. Her thoughts soon turned to Sunny, how every slight touch from her made her feel like she was melting. How every time their hands brushed, how Sunny clinged to Mist at nights out, or during ghoulette's nights.  Satan. I am in love, aren't I?

"Sunny, you don't just fucking, dance with someone at 2:30 in the morning platonically."  Cirrus said, pinching the bridge of her nose. Cumulus was next to her, trying not to die laughing.

"I swear! Mist is just my friend!"

"Sunny, love, you're in denial about it. It's painfully obvious, you're in love with her." Cumulus countered sweetly. 

"I'm not! Just because I think she's the most attractive ghoul in the ministry and I love how she smells does not mean I'm in love with her!" Sunny had never been in love. Was this the feeling?

"You pretty much just described being in love." Cirrus said flatly.

Sunny took a minute to think. She didn't feel this way about any other ghoul, just Mist. She wishes Mist would kiss her,  and call her baby, and hold her, and sleep with her, and be around her every single minute of the day, and... Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

"Shit. I am in love." Sunny deadpanned. "I can't be in love, what if she leaves me? What if she doesn't love me back and doesn't talk to me again? fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." 

Cirrus was quick to comfort her, hugging her. She motioned to Cumulus to go get Mist, knowing she always calmed her down. 

"Hey, it'll be alright. You know she has like- the biggest crush on you- right?" Cirrus said.

"She... Does?" Sunny asked, still panicking.

"Yeah, I'm shocked you two aren't bonded mates yet. Have you seen the way she looks at you?" Cirrus replied.

Just then, Cumulus walks in, Mist in tow. Sunny felt the familiar coolness of Mist's skin on her shoulder.

"Shit Sunny, are you okay?" Mist asked, now replacing Cirrus and wrapping herself around Sunny. 

"Yeah, just stuff." Sunny mumbled, calming down.

"That's the biggest lie I have ever heard, and I had to listen to Pebble explain to Sister Imperator why there was weed plants in the greenhouse." She said, trying to lighten the mood some. 

"Seriously, it's nothing." Sunny knew this was wrong. She always was afraid people would leave her. Ever since her dirtbag parents left her for dead when she was barely out of kithood. But, for now, she is in her arms. Nothing can get her. Nobody can hurt her anymore.

Being in love sucks. 

"If you say so, but if this happens again I'm going to get the truth out of you." 

Sunny hummed in response, just letting herself be wrapped in Mist's arms.