Daria
I'm holding Killian's hand. It's been days, and he still hasn't opened up his eyes, but the flowers in his vase are exchanged. I thought yellow daisies would suit him and plucked some from outside.
"The yellow color makes me happy," I'm speaking, hoping Killian can hear my voice even with his severe head trauma. His room is filled with flowers from various fans, but mine are the ones on the table. "And even though you've received more expensive flowers from your fans and Wilder, I think you would prefer the ones directly taken from the street."
I glance down at his long, dark eyelashes, fanned out over his cheeks as he breathes. Without meaning to, I shed a tear but immediately tell myself to brighten up. I squeeze his hand and peer out through the window behind his hospital bed.
For days, I've cuddled up to his lifeless body when no one has been watching. My soul misses him, so I talk with him as if he can hear me, not caring if I'm mad. I brush hi
DariaThe first time Killian open his eyes is on a Tuesday. His eyes flit through the room, and I drop a flower vase, staring at him until those familiar eyes once more close.At first, I thought I had imagined it, but the next time Killian opens his eyes, there are doctors there. He can barely talk and open his mouth without a sound coming out.But there is intelligence in Killian's eyes, a type of remembrance, and the doctors tell me he will need to learn how to walk, talk and eat again after so many weeks in a coma.Those words fill me with even more hope because I had it even when he wasn't awake. Now I'm always giddy, and when I'm left alone with Killian, I'm almost bursting from the seams.I take a seat next to his bed, and a small smile curls his lips. His blue eyes scan my face, and I giggle—I'm so bubbly."Good morning," I say, barely able to contain myself. I want to jump the man, plant kisses all over his face. "How are you?
Daria I gap at Killian with blinking eyes, whispering. "You were my first crush! The sexy voice on the other side of the confession booth!" Killian snorts and then throws a fit of laughter. He seems massively amused by my statement. "The sexy voice on the other side of the confession booth? And wait, I was your first crush? Really? You weren't into someone famous like the rest of us?" Snorting, I shake my head. "No, you were my first crush! I'm not lying!" "I don't believe you!" Killian's lips are tightly knit in a smile. "You're only saying that to make me happy, and it's working, but I rather not have you lie to me, Daria!" "Killian, I'm not lying to you!" I slap his shoulder in excitement, smiling until I swear my face is about to break from nostalgia. "I used to lie down on my back late at night when the other nuns were sleeping, and then I would remember that sexy voice and touch myself—I came hard every goddamn time!" My words ar
DariaYesterday, I found out that I have cancer. After extreme back pains, I was diagnosed with schwannoma neurofibrosarcoma, a malignant tumor in my spine. Now the asshole doctors are throwing terms in my face, thinking it will put a smile onto my lips by saying my survival rate is fifty-fifty with chemotherapy.Well, guess what?! I can't afford it! God bless America!Therefore, my motto right now is "Hakuna-fuck-treatment-Matata," and I even wrote a bucket list—five minutes ago inside my head! And that list is telling me to grab the first good-looking man I see and kiss him.As if God hears my heart's desire, I witness a tall man step out of a building and head for a park bench on the street. Cars drive past, honking at him, but he doesn't give them any attention as he flips through pages.Here is my chance!With my veil flowing in the wind, I steer my legs forward. My heart is beating a mile per second—I can't believe I'm doin
WilderIf life were a circus, I always imagined women as the beautiful and notorious ringleaders. Mischievous and charming enough to make men jump through hoops of fire, but now I've found a second type of woman—the crazy one who tells you to hold her beer before she jumps through the ring of fire by herself.Daria Withers is that type of woman—fearless, beautiful, and daring, like a lioness, even though she is supposedly a nun.Damn, I can't believe I kissed nun! Our kiss must have been Daria's first experience with a man if she is a real nun, yet she blew my mind.That woman, the only way to describe her is by saying WOW in capitalized letters. She came in like a storm, straddled my lap, and breathed fast before her soft lips made contact with mine.She set magical colors to my otherwise dull world with her mouth. My eyes snapped up into her face, and there she was, so beautiful and untamed that I couldn't even think straight.
DariaI'm kneading my thighs with clenched fists, guiltily staring down at the floor while Maria, the sister superior, is taking a break from scolding me from her desk. She is so upset that she is standing by her chair, one point from rupturing the tiny blood vessel in her forehead.I swallow thickly. My mouth tastes like poor decisions and pins and needles.Soon, Maria will pace the room. I recognize her stressed-out behavior too well, and this time, I've earned the tall woman's demeanor. She is already at the phase where she won't stop clutching her cross as if it would magically help her and tell her what to do."Not only did you touch a man, but you kissed one when you could only visit the hospital!" Maria is furious. Her voice is gossiping about her soon suffering a mental breakdown. Lines of anger have appeared on her forehead, making her look older.I pull my lips into my mouth, whispering my response. "I'm sorry-..."Maria interrupts
DariaMy head is spinning after being hit by the front of a Volvo, but I'm not dead or injured. I'm lying on my back while this stranger, an older woman, is scanning me for wounds with darting eyes. Worry is written all over her face.But I can't take in the rest of her features.I'm having a hard time focusing. For a long time, I'm just watching the birch trees sway from side to side in this ghostly way. A headache is building behind my temples, but my tumor has made me accustomed to pain. I don't mind it that much.With slouchy movements, I turn my attention to the lady. She is wearing a purple shawl over clean white clothes. Her skin is tanned dark from too much time in the sun, and her lips are wrinkly from what I can only assume is years of smoking. But she is omitting this kindness, and her brown eyes are as warm as chocolate on a snowy day."Are you hurt anywhere?" She asks."No..." I take a deep, calming breath. There is no reason to
DariaWhen we arrive at Elisabeth's apartment complex, the old lady is already waiting for us outside. She is smoking a cigarette while glaring at the car, looking like Iris's replica only a thousand times meaner. Her grey hair is tied up in a muffin, and she is wearing a blue dressing-gown as if it's her western take on a traditional kimono.Iris jumps out of the car, walking up to her sister with her arms akimbo to embrace the mean-looking little thing. I follow suit, aware of Elisabeth giving me the stink eye while hugging her sister."Hey, Elisabeth! Long time no see!"If Iris truly hates Elisabeth, she doesn't show, or maybe she knows how much her sister dislikes physical contact. Elisabeth already looks like a bomb ready to explode."Good evening..." Elisabeth nods at me. "I'm guessing this is the nun that you texted me about, am I right?"Iris beams up at me. "Yes, this is Daria."I awkwardly wave at Elisabeth, but I refrain fr
DariaI can no longer keep count of the number of restaurants I've entered and asked for a job. My luck is poor, and it seems no one wants to hire a girl wearing oversized clothes from the 70ies.All the restaurant owners glanced me over, regarding me as non-worthy because I'm not following the trend. Skinny, pretty girls with false lashes, push-up bras, and fillers in their lips are running the cashier registers everywhere.Sighing, I peer up at the last restaurant where I'm going to ask for a job. It's a tall impressive building for snobs. The customers walking in and out seem rich, and I hesitate by the door, wondering if the staff will throw me out before I even utter a sentence.I lick my lips and spin around when I hear a light chuckle behind me."Nervous?"A woman holding a cigarette is smiling while lighting it. She does it between her fingers and blows out some smoke, making her dark curls fall over her amused eyes.She is be
Daria I gap at Killian with blinking eyes, whispering. "You were my first crush! The sexy voice on the other side of the confession booth!" Killian snorts and then throws a fit of laughter. He seems massively amused by my statement. "The sexy voice on the other side of the confession booth? And wait, I was your first crush? Really? You weren't into someone famous like the rest of us?" Snorting, I shake my head. "No, you were my first crush! I'm not lying!" "I don't believe you!" Killian's lips are tightly knit in a smile. "You're only saying that to make me happy, and it's working, but I rather not have you lie to me, Daria!" "Killian, I'm not lying to you!" I slap his shoulder in excitement, smiling until I swear my face is about to break from nostalgia. "I used to lie down on my back late at night when the other nuns were sleeping, and then I would remember that sexy voice and touch myself—I came hard every goddamn time!" My words ar
DariaThe first time Killian open his eyes is on a Tuesday. His eyes flit through the room, and I drop a flower vase, staring at him until those familiar eyes once more close.At first, I thought I had imagined it, but the next time Killian opens his eyes, there are doctors there. He can barely talk and open his mouth without a sound coming out.But there is intelligence in Killian's eyes, a type of remembrance, and the doctors tell me he will need to learn how to walk, talk and eat again after so many weeks in a coma.Those words fill me with even more hope because I had it even when he wasn't awake. Now I'm always giddy, and when I'm left alone with Killian, I'm almost bursting from the seams.I take a seat next to his bed, and a small smile curls his lips. His blue eyes scan my face, and I giggle—I'm so bubbly."Good morning," I say, barely able to contain myself. I want to jump the man, plant kisses all over his face. "How are you?
DariaI'm holding Killian's hand. It's been days, and he still hasn't opened up his eyes, but the flowers in his vase are exchanged. I thought yellow daisies would suit him and plucked some from outside."The yellow color makes me happy," I'm speaking, hoping Killian can hear my voice even with his severe head trauma. His room is filled with flowers from various fans, but mine are the ones on the table. "And even though you've received more expensive flowers from your fans and Wilder, I think you would prefer the ones directly taken from the street."I glance down at his long, dark eyelashes, fanned out over his cheeks as he breathes. Without meaning to, I shed a tear but immediately tell myself to brighten up. I squeeze his hand and peer out through the window behind his hospital bed.For days, I've cuddled up to his lifeless body when no one has been watching. My soul misses him, so I talk with him as if he can hear me, not caring if I'm mad. I brush hi
DariaWhen I wake up from surgery, I can tell something is wrong. There is a knot inside my chest that won't go away. No matter how hard I try to tackle my worries away, it's gnawing me alive.Now isn't the first time I open my eyes—I've done it twice already but fallen straight asleep after a few breaths. My limbs are tired and heavy, feeling like they belong to someone above the age of eighty and not a woman still in her early twenties.I glance to my left and right, tilting my head when I'm faced with the hesitant smile of Brooklyn. She doesn't look happy to see me, more like she is sheltering a secret, and now it's evident that something is wrong.My heart pounds against my ribcage, and I suck in a deep breath, asking myself twice if I'm ready to hear the answer to my question. I don't know why, but I think Brooklyn's response will break me from within."What has happened?" I ask her, entirely serious. I'm not wearing a smile or even cele
KillianThe day I've feared for has come, and every minute seems like an entire year.Daria is getting prepared for surgery. There is a heavy cloud hanging low over my head, raining and making the scene seem grey. If anyone can survive this operation, then it's Daria. Yet, I'm still worried and barely slept tonight.I held on to Daria for dear life, holding her close until she eventually fell asleep to the beating of my heart. It was sweet, but I regret not telling her how much I love her.I'm a weakling for not being able to say it. My brain seems to believe losing her won't be as painful if I haven't spoken the words burning at the tip of my tongue.I love her so much.I need her.I want a future with her.Why are those things so hard to put into words?I stare down at the floor, inhaling deeply at my phone acting up again. Ava hasn't left me alone all day. She sold the story about me dating Daria to the media without
DariaMy current state can only be described as pain. It's as if the blood in my veins has been replaced with lead, and every movement leaves me feeling exhausted. My head is a fuzzy cloud of migraine, and every breath that I take seems forced.I'm so tired.My eyelids are extremely heavy, barely open when Killian storms into the hospital. His hair is a pure mess, and his disguise has been thrown out the window. There isn't a fake beard, only his gorgeous face and widened eyes I'm met with—gosh, I want to kiss that face.The first thought that enters my head is "beautiful" because there is no better word to describe the man before me. Inside and out. The man has a heart of gold, and when his arms wrap around me, it gets a little easier to breathe.I love this man so much. Please, god, make him stay by my side. I need him right now, his humor, laughter, and incredible light pouring out from his soul with every octave spoken from his mouth.
Killian When I wake up the following day, the loss of Daria's warm body by my side is the most obvious. Part of why I went to bed with a smile is the fact that I knew I could cuddle her in the morning. Did she change her mind about us and leave me? Why? Everything was so perfect with her yesterday, and the sex was amazing. Dread circles around my chest, making it harder to breathe, until the bedroom door opens and Daria walks in. She carries a tray with orange juice stacked on top. There is also fruit, toast, yogurt, and bacon, and I stare at her smiling, rosy face. "I made us breakfast!" She announces, beaming at me. Beyond surprised, I sit up in bed, taking the tray from her hands as she climbs back into bed. "Gosh, it's cold in here!" She shudders vocally and pulls the thick blanket over her thin, milky legs, digging her frail shoulders into the large pillow behind her that seems to swallow her. Beautiful, emerald ey
Daria I can already tell that having sex with Killian tonight will be much different from our first time. His lips are more demanding, while his eyes are kinder, more receptive to what I want. It's like we are dancing, moving in rhythm while making out with each other. Killian is above me, pinning me to the bed with his sheer weight. His biceps, each one far thicker than any of my body parts, are on full display, bulging as he moves to nibble at my neck. "Your scent is so delicious, sweet like nectar." I tip my head back, inhaling in surprise when he presses his warm tongue against my skyrocketing pulse, kissing a rugged trail down to my naked, full breasts. He adds more pressure once he is there, licking my nipple until I'm squirming underneath his tongue. I'm desperately trying to put one leg over the other to fight the pulsating going on between my legs. I'm so turned on. A moan slips out through my lips, and I heat to a mil
DariaKillian's apartment is downright luxurious, with a new white couch that makes me worry I'm dirtying it by simply sitting in its corner. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling above us, and his loud TV takes up the entire wall. The big man has spoiled me too—his antique coffee table is filled with bowls: popcorn, dip, and chips are all there, tempting me.Yet I'm perfectly happy with the hot chocolate in my hands. I'm blowing on it while trying to focus on the documentary about sharks we are watching rather than pay notice to my fluttering nerves.Killian is munching on popcorn. He fills his entire paw with buttery treats, and my cheeks redden at the crunching sound that I'm paying way too much attention to—I'm super conscious around him, probably because I like him so much.Will he notice if I steal a glance?I cautiously glance to my left, then quickly sip on my chocolate with my heart turning savage. One look at that gorgeous face,