Stressed.

It was a nice word to describe yourself at the moment.

Imagine you used to be a normal teenager, sophomore at a nice college, living an average life, aspiring an arts course and to live like any normal human would.*

You had your friends, a nice family, your grades weren't impressive, although you did hold yourself up well, everything was fine.

And then, all of a sudden, you find yourself lost in a fairtytale world, alone, confused, and, seemingly, with no way of going back home.

It felt like your life had turned upside down in a matter fo hours.

Your problems went from sneaking out late at night to trying not to have a breakdown at each five minutes.

You were shoved into a crumbling down dorm with those ghosts and that blue fire spitting cat, weasel, fox, whatever that thing was.

Forced to take classes about thi gs you knew nothing about, it was almost like people expected you to adapt and get used to it.

Like it was just another small inconvenience rather than you going missing.

The headmage was, supposedly, trying to find a way of sending you back. But, at this point, you were starting to doubt that as well.

And then, the thing at Heartslabyul happened.

If you had bene scared before, that was downright a trauma.

You'd seen Riddle as being as strict as anyone would, he was cruel, impassive, stern and clearly had a superiority complex.

Ace had stuck to you in that period because, apparently, Ramshackle dorm was now an exiled refuge center.

And things went escalating, escalating and escalating, until that.

That overblot, that thing.

WHAT HAD THAT BEEN?!

Riddle could have died, Ace, Deuce, Cater, Trey and you could have died, the dorm was destroyed! And, after it was all over, the headmage just????? shrugged it off?? Like it was just another mere problem?

The sound of those screams, the rose bushes being thorn, the blot dripping, it all made you shut your eyes tight to this day. You trembled just from the thought of it.

Even so, you had to live after that, and... then there was Riddle.

He was somewhat relatable to you, sure, you weren't a tiraneous as he was about rules, but you did also feel insecure when things went off script.

Too much stimulus thrown at you could easily send you into a tirade.

And that relatability brought you two closer.

Riddle seemed to have noticed how worried you seemed all the time, how off place and neglected you felt.

And that led him to be more attentive and tendsr around you, he was paying attention, he was trying to show he was there.

And that brought you two closer, and to situations like this.

The night is late, Grim is sound asleep inside, but you can't bring yourself to.

Instead, you sit outside, eyes fixing the stars above. They're a lot brighter than the ones from your world.

There isn't a lot of light to polute and dim them out here, it's a cleaner world, people are more mindful and sustainable here.

You were pulled out of your starstruck daze by the sound of steps and somebody sitting by your side.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?"

His voice rang gentle, and calm.