[17th December, 2023]
The siblings were shocked to hear his story. It had happened yesterday on the calendar. He was heartbroken and slept through the break up for the whole night and half of the morning.
The next day, he couldn’t go to his office as he crashed into his siblings’ house with his shattered heart pieces in his hand.
His siblings slowly mend his broken heart. Their presence was more than enough for the eldest to find peace and solace in them.
And at 3 am again, the God of Death appears in their lucid dreams where he drops a letter and itches the date on their palms.
Waking up in sweat and tension, Zayn reads his part of the letter while she reads hers.
“He will be attacked.”
“He will be rescuing.”
The absurd amalgam of the clues bothered them.
“He’ll be attacked and he will be the rescuer of someone as well? I don’t understand a bit of this, Zayn.”
“Yeah… this looks like a tougher nut to crack.” Zayn presses his lips in a thin line as he assures Cassandra to stay calm and not panic like before, for Alex’s mission.
He permits the girl to use his cot and sleep beside him. He was terrified of the powerful presence at such an odd timing again as well.
Whispering I love you’s to each other, the lovers cuddle each other to sleep for a long day.
Zayn was the first one to wake up at 11. He wakes up when Alex was banging the door to Cassandra’s room.
Waking up in a jiffy, he pats the girl on the cheek to wake her up.
“Babe, wake up. Alex is on your door.” Stirring herself awake, Cassandra jumps out of his window when the coast was declared clear and enters her own room.
“What? What? What is it? Just let me sleep, please…” Alex clicks his tongue when the annoyed girl opens the door to answer him.
“Oh please, just wake up from your sleepy dream. You know what? We got a rematch date!”
“For what exactly?” Yawning and rubbing her eyes off of sleepiness, she asks Alex.
“Girl, it’s the championship match that you and Zayn stopped because of the casualty. We’re gonna play on Feb 20th next year!” Cheering for himself, he hugs the short girl as she tiredly pats his back to show encouragement.
“Good. Now let’s hope nothing happened this time.”
“Yup. May that soul rest in peace though.” Saying, he walks to the last room of the house to inform the same, with the same kind of enthusiasm.
“Yo, wait. He’s still asleep.” She says. Turning towards her with a doubtful face, he asks,
“How’d you know though?” Cassandra jumps her eyebrows as she comes up with a tailored lie, “He’s not blasting punk music or watching anime. Let him sleep.”
“Oh, valid.” Saying, Alex skips through the corridor to his own room as she chuckles at the mighty baby. Going back into her room, she almost looses her sleep to surprise when she sees another person in her bed.
“Oh, fuck! Jeez, you scared me.” The girl sees a sleepy Zayn on one side of her bed as she yawns. She was sleepy, more than sleepy if not that.
Without a question, the girl jumps on the bed and throws her limbs on the sleeping man.
The duo wake up at two in the afternoon, much to everyone’s disappointment.
“Good morning, sleepy heads.” Louis arranges the table with his lunch buffet as the two strangely join them, thinking it was breakfast.
“Whoa. You guys look like you dreamed about a ghost. Didn’t get much sleep, huh?” Nick comments as the two scoff at his statement.
“Talk less about it, Nick. What’d you know?” Says Cassandra, digging into her favorite dish first.
The day goes on with Zayn and Cassandra behaving distant to the rest of them. Louis assures that they’re alright, that they are just sleepy when they weren’t showing the amount if enthusiasm needed to pump him up for the next game of his.
“Alright guys, I’m off to sleep.” Says Zayn as early as 8 in the evening. They were watching his favorite show, Louis giggles as he says.
“Nothing can stop you from sleeping today, Zayn. Go. Catch some sleep.” Says Louis, who was cradling Cassandra on his lap as well. She was sound asleep, has been since the past thirty five minutes.
Cassandra feels eerie as she wakes up on a cold couch. The darkness was unsettling as she grabs her mobile to check the time.
1:43am, it showed on her mobile.
“Hmm… I wonder if Louis is awake.” Speaking to herself, Cassandra walks towards the guest room where Louis was taking a late night shower.
He opens the door to his sister cutely rubbing her eyes and asking, “I was left alone on the couch.” She complains as the male chuckles.
He pampers her hair with his wet hand as she sneers at him.
“I wanna sleep.”
“Come on in, haha. I’m taking a shower right now. Give me twenty minutes and turn that way.” Instructing, the man walks back inside the shower to resume. Cassandra hears the man do his tasks, switch the lights off and finally sit on the bed.
As he occupied the space beside her, she felt the mattress sink as she feels the muscular arm of the male slithering her waist.
“Goodnight.” He mumbles sleepily as well.
“Hmm… gunite.” She mumbles as she finally falls asleep.
The next day morning, Cassandra wakes up to the bed occupied by the huge figured Louis who parted away from cuddling her. It must have happened unconsciously, that’s why she couldn’t sleep properly.
Chuckling, she sleepily turns around and throws her dainty limbs on the male to be embraced by his warmth.
It was as if his body was functioned to the stimulus of someone hugging his huge body, that he opens his arms and takes them in his embrace.
Cassandra hadn’t felt so nourished and pampered by anyone other than Louis.
He is such a great man. Louis Johnson was birthed by a woman of character, and he was born to love.
He loves people fiercely, aggressively, adamantly and carefully. All of them were his type of love. If Cassandra was given a chance, she would go back in time and meet the woman who birthed the perfect brother in all of humanity’s existence.
Or was she exaggerating?
Because her own brother was the epitome of brotherliness as well.
She really couldn’t decide.
And for some reason, saving him from death’s mouth seemed right for her. Louis, her righteous brother continues to live as the original Louis. What was a sacrifice meant for if the original isn’t given back to them?
She was happy that Louis Johnson continues to live.