"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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[T.W : Sexual Assualt]
She saw them.
She wasn't supposed to see them. No one was.
Her eyes are glassy as we both sit up on the bed, her lips parting as she reaches over. I move away.
I can see her fucking tears and I hate it. Not only because I hate seeing her cry, but because I hate people pitying me.
I don't want anyone's sympathy.
"Turn around" she orders, her face in a frown. I try to stand up and get away, but almost immediately fall back down. Fuck, it hurts.
She immediately rushes to my side, helping me lean on the headboard. I push myself away from her and her stupid pity.
"Zee, you're hurt. Stop moving so much and turn around" her voice is shaky as she stands up, leaning over the bed, staring right into my eyes. I shake my head.
She'll run away. You'll fucking scare her.
"Zane! Turn around for fucks sake!" She yells, voice breaking mid-sentence. "Get out" I order. I don't have the fucking courage to turn around. Call me a coward, but I'd rather hide it all my life than show her.
"I'm not going anywhere unless you show me. Turn around and show me your back, Zane!" Her voice gets more confident as she fists her little hands.
I know I shouldn't have these thoughts right now, but fuck, she's so hot.
Her hair is a mess, a long strand on her face. It reaches to her chin.
Focus.
"No, Astraea. I won't" my jaw clenches as tears fill her eyes again.
You made her cry. You made her fucking cry.
"Iris, please, I can't" my voice breaks off near the end. I lick my lips as she nods slowly. "Fine. Don't" she goes back to her former position on the bed, getting as far away from me as she can and turning her face away.
I stare at the back of her head, guilt building up in my stomach.
If you want to let her near you, let her know you first.
"Astraea" I whisper, wrapping an arm around her waist. She moves further, almost hanging off the edge. I look at the ceiling and run a hand down my face.
Finally, I decide. "Fine"
At first, she doesn't react, but then her frame slowly turns towards me, and I notice the glistering tears on her cheeks. I reach over and wipe them away with my thumb.
"You wanna see them? Fine. Just promise me one thing" I look at her, she nods. "You won't cry"
She swiftly wipes her tears, sitting up on the bed. I sigh and step off, my legs feel like they're burning, my arm like it's breaking apart, but I never turn my back to her. I ignore the shooting pain and walk over to her side.
