Cursed with Oblivion

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A Glass of Wine

Shawn held the door to his hotel room open for me, bowing as he gestured for me to enter. I frowned slightly at the gesture as I walked inside. His room was simple, a queen sized bed in the middle of the room with a TV hanging on the wall across from it. Tucked away in the right corner was a collection of two comfy chairs and a small table, facing a window that took up most of the wall. The curtains were still open, offering a gorgeous view of the snowed-in city.

I absently smiled as I walked over to it, placing my fingers on the glass. Having gotten used to the view from my own apartment, I had almost forgotten how beautiful the world could be at times. The many lights from buildings across the city lighting up the night like the stars right above. Though, it was a shame this brightness extinguished most of our galaxy. Can’t have one without losing the other.

“What are you thinking about?” I jumped slightly, turning to Shawn who had come to stand beside me.

“Nothing special,” I said, fiddling with the button on my sleeve.

“Take off your coat, it’s nice and toasty in here.” He offered his hand with a gentle smile. I stared at it for a second before I realized he meant for me to give him my coat. Heat rose to my cheeks as I focused on unbuttoning it, but for whatever reason, my fingers couldn’t get the job done.

I turned away from Shawn, walking to the coat hanger in hopes of calming my nerves. When I finally got the last button undone and shrugged the thick layer off my shoulders relief washed over me. Why I was suddenly so anxious I wasn’t sure. Perhaps the fact that I had never been in a situation like this before, but that didn’t make much sense to me. I honestly couldn’t care less.

That’s what I thought at least.

“Would you like some wine?” Shawn asked, to which I didn’t reply. “Darcey?”

My eyes snapped up to his, the heat in my face only getting worse. “I’m sorry. Yes, that would be nice.”

A small half grin spread across his face as he started to pour the red liquid in two red wine glasses. “No need to apologize, I understand the habit.”

Wrapping my arms around myself, I looked back out the window. “It’s still rude to ignore someone regardless.”

“Yes,” he said as he walked over to me, handing me one of the glasses, “but if you ask me, it’s a nice change for once.”

He lazily clinked his glass against mine, taking a small sip. I kept my eyes on the wine inside my own, swirling it around a bit. “I’m not used to this.”

“No shit,” Shawn chuckled, walking over to the bed and sitting down in the middle of it, his legs crossed. My brows were furrowed as I watched him, to which he raised one of his own in respond. “Are you coming or not?”

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, genuinely confused.

Patting the spot in front of him, he took another sip. “Sit and tell me about yourself.”

“There isn’t much to tell,” I said as I stepped closer to the bed. “My life has always been boring, probably always will be.”

Reaching out, Shawn took my hand and pulled me onto the bed. I yelped, trying my best not to spill and stain the white sheets. When I was stable, I yanked my arm away from him, glaring. He simply grinned, satisfied with himself. “Truth or dare?”

“Are you serious?” I adjusted my legs until I sat comfortably, taking my first sip.

“Amuse me,” he said, leaning back on his arm. “I’m sure I can get something out of you.”

“Fine, truth.”

“And just like that,” Shawn slurred, stumbling as he tried reenacting the scene he was describing, “I was pulled down from the stage and they started tearing off my clothes, like animals!”

I giggled while laying on my belly on the bed. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s true!” He kneeled down before the bed, only inches away from me. “Security had to rescue me, ask Mister Ponytail, he still remembers.”

“Maybe I will,” I said in a daring tone, and for a second concern took over his features. “It’s not true, is it?”

Looking down, he shook his head. “It almost happened, though.”

“How disappointing.” I patted his cheek before sitting back upright, reaching over for my glass on the nightstand, and took another sip. Shawn basically jumped onto the bed next to me, snatching my glass from my hand and downing the remainder of it in one gulp.

Setting back the glass, he gave me the most serious look he could muster while drunk. “Say truth, I got a question.”

“What if I say dare?” I fell backward, bouncing on the mattress while staring up at the ceiling.

“Then I’ll ask you to answer my question honestly.”

Sighing, I closed my eyes. “Fine, what is your question?”

“With the whole oblivious thing, does that mean you’re still a virgin?”

I sat up, frowning at him. “Of course, who the fuck could I have fucked if they fucking ignored me?”

Shawn chuckled. “You said fuck thrice.”

Grumbling, I started kicking him in the chest, only causing him to laugh harder. “Shut up, it’s not funny.”

“No, it’s not,” he said in a lower voice, trying truly his best to hold back his smile. “Of course it’s not.”

A muffled ding sounded, causing me to look up and stop my kicking. Crawling off the bed, I took my phone from my coat pocket. It was a text from Mari, asking if I was planning on sleeping home tonight. Turning back to Shawn, I noticed him watching me.

“Who is it?” he asked, rocking himself back and forth. I hid my mouth behind my phone as I smiled. He looked adorable. His cheeks were red, his clothes and hair a complete mess, and his eyes were watching me with childlike curiosity. “You don’t have to go, right?”

I shook my head, laying back down on my stomach. “It’s just my sister.”

“Oh, that other girl that was with you who can also see you?” He came to lay beside me, resting his chin on my shoulder so he could see my screen.

I laughed. “Yes, her name is Mari.”

Shawn frowned at my phone before snatching it from my hands. He typed something, biting his lip as he concentrated. “And send.”

“What did you say?” I asked, resting my head on my arm.

“That you’re staying with me tonight.” He handed me the phone back, watching my face for a reaction. When I only stared back his smile faltered and he started to fiddle with the sheets. “Unless you want to go, I don’t mind.”

Shaking my head, I gave him a small smile. “Why do you want me to stay?”

He turned to lay on his side, mimicking my position. “I enjoy your company.”

“You barely know me.”

“I don’t care,” he whispered, his fingers coming up to caress my cheek. I flinched a bit at first, but leaned into his touch soon enough. “You’re real.”

Closing my eyes, I let my body fully relax as I focused on his touch. I never knew how much I craved such gentle touches, never knew how much I needed to feel it. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t.”

He started to play with my hair, running his fingers through it multiple times. It was comforting, lulling me slowly to sleep. His soft breathing was the only sound I heard. My mind was a bit fuzzy from the wine, but I hadn’t nearly drank as much as Shawn had. It was as if he was eager to forget the events from before, more than I was.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, “for scaring you.”

“Don’t say sorry,” he whispered back. “If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have come up to you, as messed up as that way sound.” He was silent for a moment, the palm of his hand cupping my face as his thumb stroked my cheek again. “But please never do that again.”

“Can’t promise.” Humming, I nuzzled my face in my arm.

“Can I ask you something,” he hesitated for a second, “before you fall asleep?”


Shawn shuffled closer, close enough for me to feel his breath against my skin. He moved his hand away from my cheek, brushing his thumb across my lower lip instead. “Have you ever been kissed?”

I opened my eyes ever so slightly, only seeing a blurry version of Shawn. “No, no one has ever kissed me.”

“Can…” Swallowing, his face turned redder than it had been all evening. “Can I?”

Closing my eyes again, I shook my head. “I want it to be special, not when I’m drunk and likely to remember it.”

“I can wait.”

I rolled over, turning my back to him. Despite his words not meaning anything negative, it still stung. Fear started to creep in the more tired I got. The alcohol wasn’t enough for me to forget who I was and what curse I carried. Oh God, what if he forgot me? I doubted I could handle waking up to that.

“Calm down,” his gentle voice whispered from behind me, and not a second later did his arms wrap around my waist. “I’m going nowhere.”

Only then did I notice my rapid beating heart and heavy breathing. Hot tears escaped from my eyes as I pulled my knees to my chest. However, unlike when I cried myself to sleep in my own bed, I was tugged closer to Shawn’s chest, his lips placing soft kisses on my shoulder.

Please be there when I wake up.

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