𝐶𝑅𝐼𝑀𝑆𝑂𝑁 𝑅𝐸𝐷| 18+ ✔️

XIII. Love Me

Every single night she has nightmares, some are worse than others.

I only know this because that's what wakes me up most times, they always started the day dane died.

And every single night she dreams it wakes me up. It usually takes place early in the morning too or more specifically, four thirty a.m. and no matter what, I can't wake her.

Well I could now probably but all those year ago I could never touch her.

It still would be smart not to touch her if I'd like to keep my life but the way she is suffering in her sleep kills me. She's frowning, her lips are pouted and she keeps tossing and turning.

What kind of man would I be if I didn't do something? Giving in, I climbed into the bed and Averi shared and hugged her to me.

It didn't stop the dream but it gave her something to cling on to. She was holding my shirt as if she wanted to rip it off. 4:59 she woke up.

She's panting and gasping for air and I really have to wonder what his dream is about.

If i wanna keep my life I also shouldn't embarrass her so I stay quiet and continue to hold her. This is the most human I'll ever get to see her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" she exclaims panting for air. "Just shut the fuck up and let me hold you." i say.

She doesn't say anything after that but instead clams onto my shirt finding comfort in that enough to calm her down.

Looking at her overcome her now panic attack, quietly, by herself, it makes me feel guilty.

I honestly hate my job and i hate how much it satisfies me, i feel like a person shouldn't be watched all the time, a person deserves privacy from everyone I want her to want me to look after her.

I don't wanna be considered a stalker, bodyguard is just way too underrated for what i do.I say all this now but then when I try to slack off on the job and give her privacy I always get Worried about her.

Like now.

She looks out of it too much. I don't know what this was. She repeats a set of words to herself like an exorcist while holding herself in a cradle position with her back pressing on the front of my body.

how could i not worry about her sometimes?I realized the words repeating are "i'm not weak." I don't know what she saw in her sleep but it messed her up badly.

"You're not weak." I whisper in her ear . "Actually I'm still bruised from the night we met." I whisper again .

"shut up."

"okay." I wish I could say laying down with her right now was comforting but it actually was awkward with Averi in the bed.

This is probably the most intimate moment I'd get without Anna killing me though. so I don't do anything about my discomfort.

even though I am literally about to fall off the bed. "I think I love you," she says above a whisper."what?" I ask completely dumbfounded.

"When I get around you, I am weak. you make me weak." she speaks again.

"I don't want to kill you, but I want to kill you. you are entangled in every one of my thoughts lately.
I take every step and I'm reminded of you. You are my weakness, you are who I'm falling in love with."

I ponder those words for a minute, finding the best response in my head. "you're not in love, you're confused." she then turns to face me.

"why can't I be both?" she asks, forcing her watering eyes not to let go. "If you really loved me, it wouldn't make you weak. You have feelings for me, a liking not a love. You don't even know me." I explained.