15: No matter the cost

Killian’s POV

After the hot water had washed away the physical and emotional grime of the past few days, I stepped out of the shower feeling slightly more human than I had in a long while. Not that I want to feel human when I’m not. I have their body but I am not a human. Far from it.

With a towel wrapped around me, I padded across the cool tiles of the bathroom floor and made my way to the bed. My mind is in chaos but I am forcing myself to be in the present.

Exhaustion weighed heavily on my limbs, dragging at my eyelids and clouding my thoughts with a thick fog of weariness. The events of the past few days had taken their toll on me, both physically and mentally, and all I wanted now was to escape into the oblivion of sleep.

With a weary sigh, I sank down onto the soft mattress, the cool sheets a welcome relief against my overheated skin. I buried my face in the pillows, inhaling the faint scent of clean linen and lavender, and let myself drift into unconsciousness.

For how long