You're not allowed to leave like this (CW)

WARNING: Assault.

Place: Right outside the Family Diner
Date and time: 2th of April 2021, 19:50
Weather: It’s getting dark, slightly warm.
Outfit: Black top, shiny armygreen skirt and 11cm high heels.
Notes: She is 167cm normally, is 178 with her heels. Aisha is 20 minutes late.

Dedicated to: @Shin

Aisha tried to call Shin on her phone, but he didn’t answer. She was already four minutes late, and she wasn’t even in her train yet. She had missed her train from the airport, where she had helped her parents get onto the next flight to Japan. They had visited for approximately a week, which had caused Aisha to focus mostly on them and she had tried to arrange a meeting between her parents and Shin while they visited.

The train finally arrived, and she hurried inside, so she wouldn’t miss it again. She sat down, crossed her legs and tried to send Shin a text message. She hoped that he would understand, that she had to say goodbye properly and not just leave her parents stranded at the airport.


She arranged an alarm to just a minute before she should get off the train. She folded her legs into a tailor position and put her phone in the middle of her skirt and started meditating. She needed all the peace she could get from the voices tonight, because tonight was date night.
The alarm rung and she quickly grabbed the phone to shut it off, and put it in the tiny black handbag she had brought with her. She hurried out and ran as fast as she could towards their meeting point – he shouldn’t wait for too long.
She finally turned around the corner. At first, she couldn’t see him at all and she slowed down – that was until she heard something that sounded like him. With a frown on her face, she started jogging the last bit towards the entrance and finally saw him. “Shin!” she exclaimed and hurried the last bit over to him. He was wounded. She looked around but couldn’t see anyone – nobody who seemed to be connected to what had happened to him. She quickly sat down next to him. “I’ll get you an ambulance,” she mumbled while she started the call. She put the phone down onto the sidewalk. One hand sought his chin to turn his face towards her, so she could look him in the eyes. “It’s going to be alright,” she said, even though worry was painted on her face, that seemed slightly pale, compared to the usual color in her face. The voices weren’t too loud around him, which made her sure in words. He was not going to die. Not tonight.

“911, what’s the emergency?”
It gave Aisha a shock and she turned her head down along his body. “My boyfriend is hurt really bad. We’re at The Family Diner,” she replied.
“Is he concious?”
“Yes”
“Miss, are you in any danger”
“Not yet,” she answered and placed a hand on one of his wounds, hoping that it would stop the bleeding.
“Are you two alone? Is there anyone who can help you?”
“We’re alone” she replied and watched her hands get bloodier and bloodier.
“Help is on its way,” Aisha nodded slightly and looked towards Shin, trying to keep a smile on her lips.

Aisha had been sleeping on the chair, resting against the bed Shin had been laying in. She had been completely drained from all of the energy she had had before the incident. Aisha felt her hand get a slight squeeze. She opened her eyes, and as soon as she saw it was Shins hand which had squeezed hers, she straightened up. He was awake. She had been so worried and full of shock, that seeing him awake brought tears to her eyes. Her banshee powers hadn’t been screaming death to her, but even though, she had not trusted her powers. Worried had been filling her to the brim. “You’re awake,” she said very low and relieved. It wasn’t really an answer for his question, and as soon as she realized what his question had actually been about, she looked towards a clock hanging over the entrance door to his hospital room.
Seven hours. It was almost three at night. Her brown eyes sought his again and she shrugged. “I’ve been here all the time,” she said and let her hand caress his chin. “You scared the shit out of me,” she complained but with a smile on her lips, chuckling a bit. “Don’t ever do that again,” she said shaking her head slightly, still with the corners of her mouth pointing slightly upward. Of course, she meant scaring her like that. She had no idea of what had led to the situation.

For some stupid reason Shin sat up, letting Aisha’s eyes look worried at him. Her eyes tried to observe any signs of pain – because if he showed any signs, she would try to convince him to lay down again. “I don’t know how long you’ve been out, but we were supposed to meet seven hours ago,” she sighed and pulled shortly on a smile. She didn’t understand why it was so important to him, to know how long he had been unconscious or in the hands of the hospital. She didn’t have any teasing undertone neither to her look or voice. She was generally worried and slightly scared that he might make a move that would cause the wound to reopen.
“What?” she exclaimed as he mentioned getting checked out. “Are you out of your mind?” she asked, frowning following him as he got out of the bed. She didn’t want him to fall, and therefore stood nearby to catch him if anything happened or if he just in general needed her help. I am fine. Her eyes widened and she didn’t answer the question about her parents. “What? No – Love - Please, stop!” she begged, her voice cracking once. Even though, he continued to dress himself. “Shin, please let’s talk with a doctor before we do anything wreckless… Okay?” she continued begging. It was clear to anyone that she was very worried. She had after all been the one to find him and press against his wound so he wouldn’t bleed too much. She had had his blood on his fingers and on her clothing. The clothing which she still wore – completely ruined by bloodstains.
He sat down as he had been dressed and she crossed her arms – unsatisfied with his actions. She glared at him for a short moment before she approached him and gently put her hands on his shoulders. “Dear… Stay here while I get a doctor, alright?” she asked. Worry was painted all over her. If he agreed, she would leave to find a doctor to soon come back with one.

A smile appeared on Aisha’s lips as it seemed like he would be okay with her finding a doctor. She really couldn’t bear finding him bleeding somewhere because they went home, and he started being active. She knew very well he wasn’t the type to rest for more than what he thought was necessary. She leaned in and gave him a short peck on his lips before she went out to find a doctor.

It was almost a suicide mission, to let a banshee walk around in a hospital at three o’clock in the morning. It didn’t seem like there was a whole lot of people dying – but of course, many had died and the souls from the dead people still roamed the hospital. Aisha started walking down the halls, almost forgetting where she was going and what her purpose was by all the voices. Crying, screaming, shouting and begging.
A doctor stopped him and asked if everything was okay, since she had been walking in circles on the floor at least three times. Aisha then smiled at him and convinced him to come and look at Shin.

Aisha kept an eye on the doctor as he checked Shin. She tried to see what the doctor was looking for, so she could do the same at home – at Shins place. The doctor and her talked for a bit before he left them and she went back to Aisha. She had a slightly stubborn smirk on her lips. The doctor had nothing to say about the wound, except that it needed time to heal and that he shouldn’t lift weights for a week.
Even though she stood right in front of him, her eyes looked at the pillow on the bed before the eyes traveled to his. “Painkillers. No weightlifting,” she said pressing her lips slightly together, before it seemed like she had made up her mind. “And you have to tell me if you’re not feeling alright,” she said and poked him gently on the chest – but very serious. “Do you agree with the terms?” she asked. A teasing smile appeared on her lips as she slowly and carefully led her fingers lock with each other behind his neck. Of course she wanted them out of the hospital, but she certainly didn’t want him to be in danger just because of her racial abilities were bugging her at the hospital.

“Good,” she said and let her fingers slide away from his neck to grab his hand and support him all the way out to the cab. She had already set of the whole night to him, even before their date. She had no plans except for spending her hours with him, sleeping at his place. Now she just had to make sure that he wasn’t going to have any trouble with the wound.

Her eyes were locked on him as they walked up to his place. She was watching how he walked, his breathing and any signs of being uncomfortable. The doctor had specifically told her what to look after. He closed the door and gave her a kiss, it helped loosen the tight shoulders, and she felt like she could finally breathe properly. They were home in safe surroundings and no voices were screaming at her. There was always this low murmur of voices. When he excused himself to take a bath, she just nodded and found her way to the sofa where she could sit and meditate – getting rid of the voices, just for tonight. She wanted to focus on him.
It wasn’t a whole lot of time she could meditate, since he offered her to take a bath too. It would be a nice thing to do. She probably also needed to was her clothing – and his – so it hopefully could be saved from permanent stains. She got up, stood on her toes and gave him a small peck on the lips before she went and grabbed a white shirt of his, before she entered the bathroom to soak their bloody clothing and take a bath.
She filled a container with water and let their clothing soak. “It’s just one week, love. You’ll be alright,” she chuckled before she went and took her bath. When she was done, she dressed herself in her underwear and his shirt. She needed something to sleep in, right? Her hair was dried a bit by a towel, but still slightly wet.

She walked out of the bathroom and looked around for a short second, to determine where he was. She then walked into the bedroom, seeing him sit on the bed. She pulled a slight smile, chuckling. She found it funny how he was dressed from the bellybutton and down, and she was from the bellybutton and up. Hey eyes caught the beer in his hands. “Beer… Really?” she asked before she approached him and let her left hand caress his jawline.

She nodded her head slightly from one side to another, considering whether or not a beer was the least he could get. She had a slight smile on her lips knowing that he was joking. They could go on a date another day. She chuckled lightly as he mentioned she could grab her own drink – she just might, but beer wasn’t really her thing, and mixing anything seemed like a task she didn’t want to do unless they were going to stay awake for a whole lot of hours. She was planning for them to go to bed. They needed rest.

A happy smile appeared on her lips as he called her a thief. “I’m just borrowing it,” she said, acting like an ‘innocent’ thief caught red handed. A crooked smile appeared on her lips. She enjoyed wearing his shirts, especially when she didn’t have anything at his place. She had learned to live with a whole lot of things with him. Things were in slow-motion with him, which was alright. Sometimes she just had to push the buttons a bit to make sure they got further.

For a moment she considered whether or not she should give it back or wait till the morning. “You know…” she said softly leaning down to him so they were in eyelevel and they faces only inches from eachother. “You should get some rest,” she whispered to him, before she planted her lips gently on his lips and let her free hand try and reach out for the beer. If she caught it, she would try and get it out of his hand, before she would pull away – but maybe, he knew what she was plotting and didn’t let her take his beer away from him.

A smile pulled up on her lips, as he said she needed permission to borrow things. She chuckled, “Well… Can I borrow one of your shirts, love?” she asked with a slight smirk. She did hope that he would let her, since she felt the most comfortable sleeping in some kind of shirt.

She wasn’t allowed to grab his beer and it made her giggle a bit, as she continued to try and grab it. Her idea of taking it was busted, but she still wanted to try and take it. Maybe it’s time. The words gave her shivers down her spine. He leaned closer to her ear and bit it gently. They had slept too much, he said. She chuckled lightly pulling a bit away, letting her brown eyes meet his. She sighed and shook her head lightly. “I think…” she looked down onto his lab for short moment, before she looked back up into his eyes. “If you want me to get into the mood, you should take care of yourself first - and get some rest,” she said before she straightened back up. If she could she would stand next to him, before she would crawl across the bed, so she could lay down on the other side.

She lifted an eyebrow as he said he had been taking care of himself. Sure, a quick operation, painkillers, a bath, and a beer were all he needed to feel like he had taken care of himself. She was allowed to crawl over the bed and lay down on the other side. It didn’t take long before he put on some music, if not for him, for her. It made it easier for her to fall asleep, being able to block out the voices, just a tad more. She had after all been able to meditate while he took his bath, so it was already a whole lot easier.
She hadn’t fallen asleep yet, she didn’t have the ability to just pass out when she laid down. She envied people who could that.
He turned around and his bright green eyes med with her dark brown. She pulled on a gentle smile before he leaned in and kissed her. She let her hand rest on his jaw, reciprocating the kiss, showing the same affection, or at least a sober one that hopefully wouldn’t make him think she had changed her mind.

They broke the kiss, letting them be able to breathe. A smile spread on her lips, “Oh really?” she replied with the same teasing voice, as he leaned in to kiss her again, his lips barely touched hers before she pulled her head back with a grinning smile, showing her teeth, “I want to know – Can I borrow your shirts forever and ever?” she asked and looked into his eyes.

Who knows how long forever is. Her smile crumbled every so slowly as her thoughts started spiraling. To him forever was much shorter. To her, an immortal banshee, forever seemed way longer. She had wished for her forever and not his. It also seemed like his forever seemed to be restricted by something else than life. He didn’t want her to borrow his shirts and in some way it was alright. She just needed to make sure she had a pajamas at his place or in her bag whenever she visited, so she was completely sure that she would be able to sleep as comfortable as possible.

He sat up and made a film ready to watch, so he could watch it while she was going to sleep. When he laid down next to her again, she didn’t hesitate to let her arm wrap around him, without being near the wound, and a leg on top of his. She was a cuddler and had always been that. With a tired sigh, she closed her eyes. Her mind was still spiraling with mean and dark thoughts.

I can do forever. It was like Shin broke the glass walls which kept her bad thoughts in her head. They washed away, which made her loosen her grip around him a bit. “No shirts or hoodies?” she asked beggingly, still with her eyes closed. She hoped for everything that went on the torso. She started to feel her eyelids getting tired. She soon couldn’t keep her eyes open from being so tired. Had she really been this exhausted but kept awake in adrenaline?

While her eyes were closed, she smiled gently as he said she was allowed to borrow them. Shortly after he once again kissed her passionately. Of course, it was a great feeling, and she returned the kiss, but something just seemed slightly off. He didn’t usually show that much passion and his passion was almost overwhelming to receive all of a sudden, when he had usually been holding his feelings back. Or that was how it had felt, compared to this. “Goodnight, love,” she almost whispered making herself comfortable in his arms. Warm. So warm. And a melody, almost like a lullaby made her fall asleep within forty minutes.

Though she fell asleep very early in the morning, it didn’t stop her inner clock from waking up early. The music had stopped, and the murmuring was already surrounding her mind in the quite room. Slowly and carefully, she got out of Shins grip. She went to the closet and found a pair of black tights, a beige tank top and some black running shoes. It was a necessity for whenever she was sleeping over. She needed clothing to go running in the morning which had been why she had chosen one of her many running outfits to be at his place. She wrote a message, saying that she was ‘Out running’, with some very circular letters, on a sticky note which she plastered on the fridge before she left for a morning run.
It was so nice, with the fresh air, biting her cheeks, muting the voices and refreshing her.

She got home, made sure to notice that he was still sleeping before she went to take a bath, braided her hair, hang their clean clothing up to dry and got dressed in the shirt she had borrowed the night before. Though she had been allowed to wear his clothing she didn’t want to dirty more than needed. The only thing she couldn’t wear right now was her running clothing and her outfit from the other night. She went to the fridge and started making herself a latte while reading the comments on her latest video. Before she knew off it, there wasn’t much coffee left in her cup and shin turned on the water for his bath. Aisha looked up from the small screen and put both her phone and her almost empty coffee back on the countertop before she went to the fridge searching for something to cook for them – but it didn’t seem like there really was much to make anything from. Once again she didn’t get very far before she suddenly felt his lips upon hers – Once again kissing her passionately. When he went for the refrigerator she stood somewhat still. She tried to process what the hell was going on and why he had changed. She let him take what he needed and watched him for a short moment making his very simple food. “Shin?” she asked, frowing worried approaching him, letting a hand rest on his shoulder to get his attention fully. “What is going on?” she asked trying to look into his eyes. It was definitely out of context, but she needed to know what was going on, and why he had suddenly changed behavior.

Even though her question was out of context, it seemed like he knew what she was asking about. Aisha didn’t nod or say a thing. She was concentrated on listening. She wanted to know why everything had changed. She knew that the episode yesterday had been traumatic for both of them, and trauma could change people. She didn’t know what had happened to his former love, but she could guess that it was tragic enough to make some changes; because that was what he had done when he had met Aisha. He didn’t do as he had done with his former love. Her brown eyes shifting from his left eye to the right.

Shin had lost his former love, but how he had lost her, he didn’t mention. She tightened her jaw as he said that the event last night had made him realize that waiting was a bad decision.
He wanted to live life to the fullest with Aisha, was what she gathered. It was like Aisha a year ago was going 60km/t and Shin only 10km/t. She had lowered her energy to be a better match, and now, that he seemed to ask for 80km/t, things were going way too fast. She was somewhat speechless. Now she knew how Shin had felt when she had been presenting him to new challenges; like meeting her parents.

Aisha did not really notice the small pause he had to gather himself. She had to gather every information and try to know where to put it. Did she like it or not? Did she approve?
Life is holy, and I would be stupid to push you away. She nodded slowly, looking down at counter. She agreed that going too slow could kill the fire between them. But would she be able to follow him if he wanted to go all the way – just like that?
I want to take the next step with you. She could feel his eyes on her, but it needed a short moment to process his words. Normally she was so quick and energetic, but this seemed to need more focus and concentration than everything else. She finally looked up at him and pulled on a smile for a short moment. “And what is the next step – for you?” she asked tilting her head slightly.