"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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It's so cold.
I miss the feel of Zane's arms.
I clutch the pillow closer to my chest. I think there's frost on my eyelashes. A shaky hand lifts to brush the hair out of my eyes.
I don't know what happened. Actually, I don't remember what happened. The last thing I recall is the feel of Bullet's soft fur under my fingers. No, the last thing I recall is the cold fingers wrapping around my face, and a cloth.
Now, I'm here. In a cold, dark room with a dim light in the middle of the ceiling and a single bed. Also, a pillow. All my tears have dried up, and I don't feel like crying anymore, though I do miss Bullet.
I close my eyes again, almost falling back asleep, had it not been for the creek of the door, and the light seeping in. It almost blinds me. I let my eyes adjust and then turn to look at the figure in front of me.
He's...tall. Abnormally tall, and has a scar running down his left cheek. His long hair cascades down his shoulders.
Mal.
I back off until I hit the wall. He sighs, then takes a careful step towards me. "Don't you dare" I stutter. He holds his hands up. "I'm not going to hurt you, Astraea"
"Get away from me!" I scream so loud I suppose the neighbours hear. If there are even any neighbours. We might be in the middle of nowhere, literally. Like Courage The Cowardly Dog. Man, what a show.
"I'm not going to hurt you!" He screams back. I flinch. The pillow covers my face completely as I back up against the corner of the bed. I hear his footsteps come closer and closer until they're just a few feet from me.
"Look, I know we're not on the best terms. In my defence, you helped ETF capture me" "Yeah. Because you're a fucking murderer and rapist" He winces at my words. "Astraea, I'm past all that" I lower the pillow and throw it somewhere on the bed. "Of course, you are. Why wouldn't you be? After all, it's not your life that was destroyed"
I turn my face away, not wanting to look at him any longer than I have to. He sighs, then places something on the table near the bed. I peek and notice the food.
Immediately, I realise how long it's been since I've had something to eat. My stomach feels completely empty. Like a void.
Zane would never let me be hungry back home. Any time I said 'I'm hungry' even as a joke, it's like his ears stood up and he turned his full attention on me. Then, we'd either go out for dinner or he would get me takeout.
I miss him.
Mal leaves without any other word, and I'm glad. I try so hard not to look at the food. To resist. To control my hunger, but in the end, it controls me. I gravitate towards the plate and place it on my lap. I know it's stupid. This could be poisoned for all I know.
