Get to You (Polnareff x Reader)

The days had blurred together completely. Most of the time you weren't sure if you were really awake or if you were still sleeping. Your whole world seemed like it was covered in a wash of gray, despite the warm sun filtering in through the cracks in the curtains. It had only been a few days since you left egypt, you're pretty sure, but every passing minute felt like hours.

You just spent your days in bed, maybe flipping through the channels on TV, and sleeping. So much sleeping. On a good day, you'd crawl out of bed and slink to the corner store for some food.

It wasn't the first time you'd let your life fall into disrepair like this. There were countless other times where your hopeless romanticism would lead you to heartbreak, and you'd be able to do nothing but rot in bed.

You thought you were finally past all this foolishness. You'd grown up. You were a big girl, following your passions, going all alone to other countries just because your heart called you to. Your fleeting lovesickness was supposed to be left behind, finally having learned your lesson from one too many broken hearts, and worse.

But this go around was different. It wasn't just that your little feelings were hurt. It wasn't just that you'd gotten your hopes up or twisted yourself into thinking you were more than just what you had to give. You'd found people who really, truly understood you. People you could relate to on a level deeper than you ever thought possible. An unshakeable connection.

And now it was just gone, in the blink of an eye.

One day, you would pack up again, and go home. Back to whatever was waiting for you now.

You supposed at some point, in the distant future, it wouldn't hurt so much. It had to. That would have to be the one thread of hope you'd hang on to, whenever the crushing weight on your shoulders became a little lighter and you felt like you could move again.

But for now you'd just lay here, and let the memories replay over and over again, until you were sure you wouldn't forget a thing.

-

Somewhere in the blur, you fell asleep again. You must have been asleep for some time, judging by the sunlight now creeping into your room. You shuffled in your bed, turning over to get a glimpse of the clock sitting on the nightstand.

6:10 AM, it read.

You groaned, and pulled the covers over your head, nestling deeper into your fortress. You lay there for a minute. And then a minute more. Until several minutes had passed, and you were just becoming more and more awake.

Maybe this was a sign. Your body's way of telling you to get your shit together.

You threw the blankets off of your head in a dramatic movement, and sat up.

You swung your legs over the side of the bed, and rose to your feet. You were feeling strangely good.

You walked over to the window, and tugged the curtains open, letting the light flood in, illuminating the disgusting state the room was in.

The light stung your eyes, and you squinted, your mind slowly registering just how much of a dumpster you'd been living in. Your clothes were everywhere, wrappers and containers and old food in a pile next to the bed. You groaned.

You grabbed the tiny trashcan on the floor by the desk, and started throwing things inside until it was stuffed to the brim. When you were done, you gently placed it back in its spot, careful not to topple the mountain of garbage.

You collected all your clothes, and went through them one by one to find out what was really clean, tossing your dirty clothes back in your suitcase and putting the clean ones in the dresser.

You were taking the day today, taking your life back today. Something in the air was different, or maybe something in you was different.

You got in the shower, your first real shower since leaving the hospital. You let the warm water sting your wound, finally taking a good look at it. It was healing nicely, pink around the scab signaling the growth of new skin. It still looked a little gnarly right now, but one day it would just be a memory. A scar, your only physical proof of the journey you went on.

It was a long, hot shower, and you allowed it to wash away the curse of the past several days, as if resetting your body and letting you start a new chapter. You hummed whatever song popped in your head, scrubbing away at the physical and metaphorical dirt that had gathered.

You weren't entirely sure what was happening to you. It was like a switch had flipped inside of you. It was a little worrying. But you were really into hidden messages, so maybe you were allowing yourself to run wild with the idea that not being able to fall back asleep this morning was some great powerful sign from the universe.

After your shower, you got dressed. You put on a nice, light dress. Cool, comfortable. You put on jewelry, along with that silly, (still empty) locket you purchased, and your new knit sweater. You even put on makeup, and styled your hair.

You would go out today. You'd walk around. You would enjoy the day for whatever it had to offer. You'd go to that coffee shop down the street that was always closed whenever you managed to trudge out of bed before.

-

When you finally left the hotel, you just wandered for awhile, letting the wind guide you. You walked for some time, popping your head into places here and there. You got a few souvenirs for yourself, and you bought a journal. And eventually, you made your way to the cafe you promised yourself you'd go to, and you just sat outside watching the world go by.

You scribbled in your new journal, drew a few pictures, and wrote down as much of your memories as you could. Every fight, every interaction, every meeting, every moment. You let the words pour out through the tip of your pen, so you'd always have something physical to look back on if your mind grew fuzzy.

As you wrote, you bit back the tears starting to gather. Everything felt like a century ago, but somehow also felt like just yesterday.

When it all got to be too much, you put the notebook down and just watched. Looking on as everything happened around you, reminding you why you ever went on your trip in the first place.

Just a girl, eager to see the rest of the world and everything everywhere had to offer.

You stayed there like that until the late afternoon, when the coffee shop you were stationed at started to pack up and close.

You returned to the hotel to find a clean room, having finally removed the do not disturb sign hanging on the door. Fresh sheets on the bed and clean towels in the bathroom. You kicked off your shoes and crawled into the bed, pulling out one of the books you'd brought along but never had a chance to start. You left the window open, enjoying the sounds of the city outside, and eventually your busy day and early morning caught up to you. Despite the sun still glimmering in the sky, you fell asleep, book sprawled open on your chest.

-

You awoke with a jolt, sitting up in bed and letting the book slide off of you onto the mattress. The room was dark now, the sun long since set. You tried to get your bearings as you shifted to being awake. Finally, as your brain turned on again, you realized just what it was that pulled you out of unconsciousness.

The phone was ringing.

You lazily reached out to grab it, assuming the front desk must be calling you about something. You placed the receiver to your ear, still blinking the sleep out of your eyes.

"Hello?" You questioned, voice still raspy.

"(Y/n)?" Came the voice on the other end, and your breath caught in your throat.

It was Joseph.