Harder Than Believing

When she woke up, Lior was gone.

Nine didn't move for the first few minutes, staring at the dent he left on her bed. She felt tired, but... It didn't feel like a bad tired, in a sense. She knew he wouldn't stay, of course, this was something she had gotten used to already.

Slowly, she sat up, wincing at the soreness between her legs before she began to blush as the memories flowed through her head. Her hand reached out for the comforter on her bed and she pulled it to her body, a goofy smile on her face.

She... Liked it. It had been different, from last time. Goosebumps rose on her skin now. The fact he was gone didn't even hurt her as much as it should, that was until she turned to the table around her desk and saw the note he left for her.

'Sorry about last night, -Lior.'

He was— He was sorry?

He had... Been nice to her, and he was sorry about that? Nine felt her lower lip begin to tremble but she bit hard into it. There was no need to cry about it. They'd— They would never speak of