Mess

Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Himari sat on the edge of her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.The moonlight reflected off her ceiling, painting the room in soft, muted colors. What am I supposed to do now?' she thought to herself. 'I don't know any of these people. How am I supposed to know what they want from me?'

Her eyes drifted to the door, which was ajar.A small sliver of moonlight peeked through the crack, catching the pale, shadowy figure of a man as he stood at the threshold to her room. His back was towards her, and she could see nothing of his face. He turned from the doorway, brushing a hand against his side to straighten his jacket.His eyes were trained on her, and she felt her cheeks flush.

"You're in my bed, and I don't know what you want ', she said, unable to keep the trepidation from her voice. "Get out before I call the police."

The figure did not reply, did not move.She watched him for a few seconds, trying to decide if he was real or not. Was that really his jacket? Was that really his figure standing in her room? Or was it a dream? A hallucination? The world was full of ghosts, after all.She shut her eyes, hoping that would make the figure disappear. Instead, she saw the outline of a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. It was hard to tell with the limited light, but she could see that his skin was tanned from the sun, and that his muscles were sculpted from bone and sinew.He was beautiful. She could see him in her mind's eye, standing there, looking at her, waiting for her to make a decision. Waiting for what, she had no idea. Maybe he was waiting for her to fall in love with him, which seemed absurd given the situation. But love was in the air, and everyone was searching for love, even her. Even me.