Holt Wraith | Minotaur x Reader

13: Daffodils Dripping With Rainwater

"I have a fantastic joke," Matilda chimes from the kitchen.

You blink a few times, and with a shake of your head, you're forced out of your shock. You give a questioning hum in response to show you're listening.

She chortles under her breath before peeking into the living room while holding a small white egg. "Let's get cracking for breakfast."

Her smile drops as she glances around the room. "Wow, I barely even started the joke and Caligo already left. It wasn't that bad," she murmurs the last part to herself.

"I thought it was an egg-cellent joke, but I guess some do not enjoy nice humor," she holds her head high before smiling gently at you. "Where has that big oaf run off to now?"

You give a soft shrug, subconsciously brushing your fingers over the spot he kissed you on your forehead. "He failed to mention that before he left."

Matilda clicks her tongue and shakes her head, huffing in annoyance. "That's just like him," she turns around and starts heading back into the kitchen.

"Who knows how long until he'll be back."

Her words cause worry to bubble up inside of you, and you stand there, with your eyebrows curling up and your mind full of questions.

Why did he leave? Did he leave because of me? When will he be back? Will he ever be back?

"Do not fret over him, dear," Matilda's voice pierces through your thoughts, and you blink before seeing her peeking her head into the living room, gently smiling at you.

Your face softens, and you smile back at her. "Sorry. Do you need help with breakfast?" you clasp your hands together as you ask, your brows curling up, making you almost appear to be pleading to help.

Honestly, you'll do anything to try and get your mind off of what happened with Caligo.

Her eyes gleam as her smile broadens, but you swear you see a sliver of pity in her bright gaze. "How about I fix breakfast, and you scavenge outside for new daffodils?"

She disappears before coming back with a small, white, homemade vase full of wilting yellow flowers. "I've had these ones for far too long. Would you mind throwing them out while looking for more?"

You trot to the vase and take the flowers out. Your eyes hold sorrow as you delicately grab the dead flowers, but you don't allow your emotions to show.

"Of course," you say with a nod, your eyes lifting to meet with Matilda's.

She gives a lopsided smile before turning around and heading back into the small kitchen. "Thank you, dear."

And, with that, you make your way out the front door. You squint in the bright light, scanning the front yard for yellow flowers.

As you step down the small stoop, you spot a trail of white flowers making a path into the dense woods, and you tilt your head to the side. It's as if the flowers grew in a straight line, which you've never seen happen before.

With growing curiosity, you trail beside the white flowers, the dead daffodils still in your hands, and the sun gets trapped behind the dense leaves and thick branches, and before you know it, it's almost completely dark.