𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭

~𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝~

That night, I tried so desperately to call for sleep, but it did not respond. And I know I shall sleep, but instead I wander around in my room, questions of 'what if?' living rent free in my head.

Tomorrow, I think to myself. A couple of hours and god knows where that might lead. Will I die? Will mother die? Will Fredrick die?
I don't want to lose anyone.
Or will we all live a miserable life spent in prison?

I find myself in need of comfort at this moment. In an itching need of comfort.

And suddenly, with absolutely no thought, I scurry to Fredrick's room, knocking on his door.
I suppose I do despise that man, but who else am I to talk to? Mother wouldn't get it.

"Yes?"
My jaw is locked in place, and I get the urge to turn around and leave.
But as soon as I do, he opens the door.
"September? Couldn't sleep?"
I nod.
He gestures for me to come in.
He looks so breathtaking. With his messy hair and the first two buttons of his shirt open.
I've never seen him this chaotic.
Though he looks.... adorable, and I love it.

I do eventually get in.
"You?" I ask.
"Me neither."
He sits on the edge of his bed with his palms locked.
"Fredrick," I whisper.
He looks up at me, confused.
"I'm scared"
The tears never fail to pool up, and so I turn my back on him.
I feel a pulse of heat hit me as his arms find my waist, he locks me in.
"I know." He whispers into my ear, sending a shiver down my body, making me scream in the urge of wanting to pull him even closer.
He turns me around and looks straight into my eyes as he fiddles with my hair.
His eyes remain the most beautiful colour I've ever seen.
"You will be safe, I promise you. I will let no one hurt you."
"It's- it's not that."
I can sense my eyes starting to spill. Not wanting him to see me cry, I bury my face into his neck.
"I'm tired of losing people Fredrick." A sob escapes me.
"I don't want to lose you, nor Mother."
He grips my chin and lifts my face to meet his.
With no other words, he kisses me.

The hair on my body prickles up, and I realize just how much I've been longing for the feel of his lips on mine.
A comfort like no other.
It feels like the of a breeze in summer. Cold, yet well needed.

This time, he was gentle. And I can't help but think is he just doing this to persuade me to fight with him tomorrow?

But just like the rest of our kisses, I do have the desire to pull away.
And this time, I do....