I Have Never Been Happier - Donna Beneviento × Reader

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First Person P.O.V - (Y/N)

-This part is mainly a throughout time part, so it's going to be jumping through days.
-The beginning of Week 3, December.
-I've left a small bowl outside and I dropped the little mouse that we've caught inside, Angie sitting on my shoulder in wait for the cat to approach. I smile as I spot it, running up the porch and coming to retrieve the mouse.
-"Kitty!" Angie whispers into my ear, and the animal meows up at me. "Let it in!"
-"Donna, can we let the cat in?" I ask, and Donna looks at me, sitting at the table in the middle of the Foyer.
-"I don't think I can handle the cat hair." She says.
-"But what if??? Angie eats it all off the floor for us?" Angie makes vacuum noises, and Donna shakes her head. "It's getting cold, Donna. Please?"
-She takes a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh. Damn my human empathy, right? "Let it in."
-Angie hops off my back, and we give each other a high five, before I open the door and let the feline into the house. It sniffs everything, every table and every thread, sniffing the chairs and the balls of yarn. It's not too playful with it though. Donna is watching it intently, making sure the animal doesn't destroy anything.
-"We've got a mouse roomba!" Angie exclaims. "Rip those rat bastards to shreds!!"
-With time we come to find out the cat is lazy and doesn't really care to kill the mice. Angie is gravely disappointed. The cat however, does enjoy Donna's company, and is quite curious. Much like I am.

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Week 3, and four days
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-"It's good to see you actually wearing that dress you made yourself." I point out, and I notice how Donna looks down at the yellow that covers her body. She's still been wearing her black, but sometimes she changes. "It looks good on you."
-"Thank you." She smiles at me. "I believe yellow looks really well on you too."
-I wear the outfit more often than she does, my fingers feeling on the patch of kitty face around my neckline. In more detail of the thing, It's a yellow vest with a white button up underneath, and my skirt/pants (depending on preference) are the same color of yellow, reaching down to my ankles. Shoes however, are black, and pretty plan. I have to wonder if she can make shoes too? Or is she just gifting me pairs from...? I don't care to really know the answer, really.
-"Yellow is just the color, huh? Have you got a special reason why you like the color so much, other than it being your flowers?"
-"I suppose it just pops out. No particular reason." I nod, and I look down. "Eclipse likes yellow too, I see."
-The cat, in which Angie and I named Eclipse, rubs it's face against Donna's leg, pushing through her skirt.
-"You've named it." Donna says, and I nod, walking over and lifting the animal into the air, in which it wiggles until it rests against my chest. "Eclipse?"
-"Yeah, like your sun and moon? I figured it would be fitting, since you're always in black and Angie is always in white, and the cat is in both."
-I scratch under Eclipse's chin, the motor boat vibrating against my body(possibly causing my eyes to water). Donna reaches over, her hand petting against it's body and then touching my hand, and then I suddenly take hers into my palm.
-"You're getting warmer?"
-"I've been eating." Donna holds my hand back. "Been taking better care of myself these days.. It feels quite worthless, but I know you like it when I do."
-"Don't you like it too?"
-"..A bit. My body hurts less."
-"Exactly.. I'm proud." I set Eclipse down, and I take both of Donna's hands. "I can see a bit of color in your face, too! It looks good on you."
-Donna smiles, before looking past me and out the window, and then it drops. "..You promise not to leave me, right?"
-"Yeah, I promise. Why?"
-"I'll have to be back. Don't leave." She lets go of my hands, and I look through the window, spotting a crow that looks me dead in my eye.
-Something about it makes me feel sick, and when Donna comes back, she's all dressed in black and leaves the house with Angie. As much as the house feels quiet and way too empty for my liking, I appreciate my alone time with Eclipse, and the nap I scored in.

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Week 4, December
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-"You actively can't catch me." I say, shouting down at Angie who floats beneath the tree. "You have any idea how much practice I've gotten in climbing trees the past few months? I'm way too good at this."
-"It's no fair! You know I can't float above six feet without hallucinations!"
-"Well then how about you climb?"
-"Look at my arms you imbecile! You know damn well I've skipped every day of the fuckin' week at gym."
-"Watch you're language! If only Donna could hear the sewage coming out of your unwashed mouth right now."
-"I'll have you know I just got professionally cleaned with professional wipes! My porcelain skin is void of crud by your pores are still just as filthy as your morals you cheater!"
-"I think you're just mad you've never won a game of tag with me." I say, looking at my nails with an amount of attitude so smug, the amount rage radiating off of the doll was about to heat up the winter. "Prove me wrong? Sore loser??"
-Suddenly Angie is chucked at me from an invisible force, and I'm knocked out of the tree, landing on my back with a thump and knocking the wind out of me. Angie lifts herself off my chest and I spot Donna hovering over me with her hands over her mouth.
-That was the day that I found out that Donna tends to go invisible and carries Angie around. She doesn't do it all the time, but it's much easier and a lot less tiring. I've also learned that Donna has a great throwing arm and she's good at taking care of aching muscles.

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Week 4, and three days
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-"Are you feeling better today?" Donna asks, and I nod, feeling my ribs. "I'm really sorry."
-"No, don't worry about it. I was being an asshole.. But I was right, and I am right."
-"I'm.. I'm sorry, still."
-"...Why?"
-"I tried to kill you, and I haven't apologized for it yet.. I feel bad for it, and I deserve to. You're a good person and I was just being cruel."
-"Well, I forgive you.. It was really only the, zombified lycans you gotta apologize for. I think I've got myself and my intrusive thoughts to blame for the other part."
-"I drugged you for all of it."
-"Yeah, and you tried to kill me, I know. Lots of things have tried to kill me, you're the only thing that stopped. I think you're really the only person that cares about me right now."
-"What about the people of the village?"
-"Yeah, they cared about me enough to talk to me but it's not like they did anything with me that wasn't anything else other than human decency and pity.. I still like them though, they're human."
-"Do you think I'm human?"
-"Yeah, just not entirely."
-"Right."
-"Doesn't make you any less likable, just so you know.. I forgive you. I won't forget it, but I certainly forgive you. I understand."
-Donna nods, a small smile coming onto your face. Although it is still faint, but she's happy for the forgiveness. Just still not forgiving herself for it.
-Which, I shouldn't have to forgive her just because she apologized. It still haunts my nightmares, but no honesty I'm much prefers being chased down by undead lycans than I prefer being chased down by the corpses of my friends. Neither are good, but it's a lot less emotionally draining.