The Strings Being Pulled

Ch 33

Weller's POV

The demon approaches me, he wants to make this a quick conversation which is fine with me. I'm not gonna stay here for an hour because of work and have little free time. I just managed to blackmail some people to get a little free time.

"Make this quick." Harry says when he's a meter away from me.
"Handing you this, make sure to check the symbolization." I state and hand over a paper bag, it contains an aconite.
"Very kind of you but what are you trying?" he asks sarcastically glancing at the flower inside the bag.
"Anna." I answer and leave.

Liza's POV

Mr Demon comes back with some kind of paper bag. I'm exhausted, why did I have to see that bitch again? I'm sitting my bed, hugging a pillow. I'm on the verge of crying, she was the worst. Constantly blaming everything on me, I don't understand why they have to kill me.

Mr Demon approaches me and places the bag on the nightstand, he sits besides me and holds my hand. How am I always getting so vulnerable like this? How is Harry fine with it? It feels like I'm being a burden at this point when we could be more productive instead.

"I feel like a burden." I mumble.
"You're not, it's good to value your feelings." he responds.
"Yeah but there are other important things." I state. "Why can't I just move one?"
"Moving on isn't always that simple so don't rush it." he answers.
"...We only have one and a half year to kill him but-" I get off by him putting his finger on my lips.

I look at him and he has a smile telling me I'm ok and that it's safe right now. It makes me tear up, my entire body relaxes and I put my forehead on his chest. He wraps an arm around me and combs my hair with his finger. Right, I have someone who actually cares.

This isn't my life from a few months ago but I can't stop feeling like a burden. I'm not used to have anyone care for me like this so it just always felt like I never deserved it.

"What if I told you I also had a period of constant breakdowns?" he asks.
"What?" I ask in surprise.
"Just four years ago after two people I cared for had died infront of me." he whispers. "I constantly broke down in my own room and bottled up my emotions, guess what that lead to."
"You committed arson." I reply.
"Yes, I don't want you to bottle up your emotions and end up doing something terrible." he responds. "So don't blame yourself for anything."

His voice is soft, I close my eyes and melt into his touch. There's no sound than just our breaths, what about Mr Demon though? I don't think he moved on from what he just told me but he seems so calm about it. Guess it's the fact he is gonna avenge them.

Fuck, I'm exhausted.

Fuck, I don't have a jacket. The only one I have barely fits me and that bitch will just scream at me if I say anything. All of my clothes barely fit, I'd be happy for just a new jacket. It's literally -5°c. All of my clothes are five years and I haven't gotten any new ones while my mom is always in brand new clothes.

I thought my parents were in debt which is why I'm gonna die in three years so they can get the money but that bitch has new clothes that are pretty expensive. Maybe it's just the fact that it'd be a waste to spend money on me when I'm gonna die in three years. Maybe it's just that. How am I supposed to meetup with the others like this?

I wake up laying down, Harry is sitting besides me but doesn't have his arm wrapped around me anymore. He's on his phone and I'm wrapped in a blanket. The clock on the wall shows that it's 4, was I asleep for two hours?

"It's 4am if you're wondering." Harry says out of nowhere.
"Why are you awake then?" I question.
"Insomnia." he answers.

The paper bag is gone from the nightstand, there's just some purple flower on it. How'd he get that?

"The flower is an aconite, Weller gave me it and told me to check the symbolization." Harry says.
"Is he inlove with you?" I jokingly ask.
"No, he wanted me to check its symbolization." he smiles. "When I asked about it, he simply said Anna."
"Mm, that's weird." I state, still a little tired.

Harry shrugs and moves my hair that's on my face. He places his phone down and it's almost pitch black in the room now and then the night lamp gets turned on. I'm still tired but don't feel like sleeping, Mr Demon must have really bad insomnia to be awake at 4am.

I sit up and lean against the headboard. Did I seriously sleep for ten hours? My sleep schedule is gonna get messed from this but who cares.

"I took a love language test, my result was quality time." Harry suddenly says.
"That's nice." I reply. "Do you think it's true?"
"Yeah, I think it's pretty accurate." he answers and pecks me on the forehead. "You seem to be in a better mood."
"Sleeping is good." I reply.

Sleep is good but it was is in his arms I fell asleep in so I kiss him on the cheek as a thank you. Hold up, I feel myself starting to burn up a little. It was just a kiss on the cheek, why am I nervous all of a sudden. Sweet loving, motherfucking nature.

"Let's go sleep, it's 4am." Mr Demon states.
"Ok, you're the one who needs the most sleep though." I reply.
"Again, it's insomnia." he responds and pecks me on the forehead before turning off the night lamp.

He heads to his bed and I'm completely awake. I should force myself to sleep, there's nothing to do at 4 am if Mr Demon is gonna sleep. He should sleep though, he always stays awake late and just says it's insomnia so I don't wanna bother him since he does a lot for me already.

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I have a strong urge to draw Weller but I can barely draw males and have only drawn males four times in total and like a 100 females