"you know i don't love you, right?" - wilhemina venable

7

fluff/soft smut ahead!

quick note: hello my loves, i am so so sorry for taking forever (literally months) to update. i'll try to write more frequently. and i'm pledging at least 1k words for this chapter for making you all wait so long.

There was a wall between us. Yes, I had put it up there myself, but what else what I supposed to do? Knowing that I'm in love with a killer is one of the largest burdens I've ever had to bear.

I didn't sleep with her that night. I couldn't. Of course I missed her warmth, her hand laid gently on my waist, the feeling of her chest pressed against my back to soothe her to sleep when she woke up in the middle of the night, but a part of me was still scared. I felt horrible, not trusting her, but I was not about to sleep next to a murderer. At least not that night. I needed to clear my head. And cry. A lot.

I wasn't at breakfast the following morning. I can sleep through anything if I've cried the night before. It drains me completely.

"Y/N?"

I hadn't even noticed when Wilhemina entered. It took a few shakes for me to come to full consciousness and notice that she was sitting on the edge of my bed. I didn't know what to say. The fear of what might happen still lurked in the back of my mind. She must have noticed the uncertainty in my face because her eyes welled up and she reached out to touch my face.

I flinched.

Shit.

Are you trying to make her want to off herself?

Shut up.

"Y/N..." she whispered as her hand recoiled.

"I'm sorry." I reached out and gently grabbed her wrist, then brought her hand to my cheek.

She looked more relieved, but only a little. "I brought this for you," she said, motioning to that disgusting gelatinous cube she had placed on my nightstand. "I know you're upset, but you still need to eat. I couldn't forgive myself if you stopped eating over this."

"I'm not hungry."

Don't be a brat.

"Y/N, please." She sounded desperate.

"Fine, I'll eat it later."

"Promise."

"I promise."

"Good. Now," she said, standing up, "will you at least get dressed? If it were up to me you could spend all day in bed, but if Mead finds out... Let's just say it won't be pretty."

I just stared at her.

What is going on with you?

"Please? I'll stay and take care of you, or if you'd rather me leave, that's fine."

"Stay." I got out of bed.

She nodded. "How about you pick something to wear and I'll draw you a bath?"

I nodded back, and then we went out separate ways to attend to our tasks. I chose a beautiful floor-length lilac dress (shown above). Though Wilhemina had said said I wouldn't be getting special treatment, she somehow brought me dresses that were much more comfortable and my style.