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Heathers POV
"How did you meet him?" Zane asked.
"I-it doesn't matter really", I stuttered the few words my mouth was able to make.
Why does he want to know? That's not a story I want to remember right now.
I miss him too much...
The way I met Loki really shouldn't matter in any way. At least I don't think so.
Zane was sitting down on a white stool at his small singular table. I was a few feet away on his carpet resting my back on the bottom part of the couch. The position of his body was simple, his leg was crossed, and he had his right hand resting on the table as he caressed his chin with the other. The way he was handling himself made me skeptical that he knew already, even though I haven't quite thought of him, he knew.
Him?
Him...
Loki...
Blood slowly began flushing into my cheeks and my mind slipped into the thought of him, his voice, his hands, his kiss, the feel of his-
"I'd like to know.", he wrinkled his eyebrows in curiosity and slightly tilted his head.
Shit- I did it again.
He smiled as if it wasn't embarrassing enough for me.
He's not even here and he still gets me like this...
"You're in love. What do you expect?", he induced himself into my thoughts, again, for the hundredth time.
Love. Correct.
He had said it himself; he wants me, he loves me.
Never in my life that I'd fall for someone like him, his character.
"I met someone and that someone had most of his family killed, then a recent deceased brother. He was all alone, he had no one, so I revived his brother. I used what I had and helped him out. I gave him part of his family back. Completely unaware of my immense act I didn't really know what I was bringing back. Once I did and our eyes met for the first time, everything changed, I felt every fiber of me change. I was absolutely infatuated with everything of him every shade of his skin to the deep sophisticated tone of his voice, I loved it. His memories... he has seen sorrow, death, and heroism. I'd do anything for him, now and always.",
my voice almost about to crack from the knot in my throat.
There was too many emotions going on at once, you never know a what kind of tears you'll be shedding at the moment. My heart was shedding tears this time, I longed for him, begged for him. My brain hurt from thinking about it all the time, anxiety rising from the thought of him not wanting me the way I want him.
"I'm sure he misses you too."
This interaction made me uneasy. He already has proved to me that he doesn't want to hurt me, he was a just broken hearted.
Which I provoked...
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