~ His Vixen

13 - dork

miles pov
Sitting here with Belle, her silently sobbing into my arms is the last thing I would ever expect to happen today. Or ever.

Yet here we are. Her face against my chest, our arms wrapped around each other for support.

"Belle, do you want to tell me what's wrong?" I ask carefully.

She doesn't move, the room completely silent, but I still feel tears streaming down her face.

After a few moments, she shakes her head, no.

"Yep, that's alright. That's fine," I try to sound supportive, "Do you want to just go to bed? Sleep it off?"

And for the first time, I hear the most weak sounding version of her speak. "I don't know what to do."

My heart drops into my stomach at the sound of it.

"It's okay. We'll figure it out together, you and me." I rub my hand down her back again.

She breaths in a loud, shaky breath. "I'm weak. I've never- never been weak."

"Trust me, I know. Very strong girl. But you know what? The strongest people have to be weak sometimes to become even stronger." I try to motivate her.

"I don't know what to do" she says again, sounding like she's going to start breaking down all over again.

"Remember when we met?" I ask, trying to take her mind off whatever she's going through right now.

When she doesn't answer, I answer for her. "Technically our second meeting. But you stabbed me. You stabbed me, but instead of letting me die, you helped me. You saved me and I wouldn't be here right now without you."

I feel her arms tighten around me.

"You told me your favorite color is pink. Not neon, but pastel types of pink. I thought you smelled beyond good and you laughed at that. You said that you had just bought that perfume and you bought it just because it has your middle name in it, so you thought it was fate."

She giggled softly before sniffling.

"Belle, I don't know why you're upset, and I don't really think I can just fix it, but I think you should get some sleep."

She finally pulls back from my arms giving me a full view of her puffy, tear stained face.

She let her eyes meet mine, "Do you think I'm a bad person? Like, I'm better off gone?"

My eyes widen, "What? What are you talking about?"

She shrugs. Fucking shrugs.

"Belle, you're amazing. You know, you're one of the very few people who actually stand up to me. Who don't sit at my feet like a dog. You actually treat me the same way. That's what makes you different. Sure, you might've almost killed me, that definitely makes you different. But you're also funny. And supportive, and entertainingly argumentative, and you know how to stand your ground."

She looks at me in awe. "And despite being a massive drama queen 99% of the time, you could be sweet. Dorky, even."

She shoves my chest playfully. "I am not dorky!"

I smile a big smile at her, "Oh yeah. Definitely a certified dork. You bought a perfume because it had your name on it. Dork."

She reciprocates my attitude, "You're a dork! And you were literally sniffing in that perfume, thank you very much."

And now we were both laughing. Belles eyes advert back down to her lap as she cracks her fingers one by one.

"I'm not suicidal. Just so you know" she said quietly once we both stopped laughing.