Chapter 11

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Erebus POV:

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Erebus POV:

My brain stopped working after she said she picked them for me.

She was scared of the dark, yet she went out into the woods alone just to pick me some flowers.

Just because I helped her when she was being mistreated and anyone should have helped? I didn't think she could get any cuter after I checked in on her earlier in the day only to find her researching me in the library.

It was fun to watch her frustration after finding that there isn't much written about me.

All I have seen, both with her knowledge and without, has shown me she is the kindest person I have ever met. So why do people treat her so poorly?

I finish placing the last bandaid, I almost used a whole box after how torn up she was from the forest. I then noticed she was crying again.

Without thinking I reached both my hands out to wipe her tears, she flinched at first but I continued. She seemed to relax in my hold. I watched as my darkness swirled around her. It looks unnatural.

Right now she looks like a blooming flower in a barren desert, out of place. She doesn't belong here in my hold. She deserves more, more than I can provide.

I pull my hands away at the realization. Ignored her adorable pout when I did so.

"Thank you little Dove. I'll cherish them forever." I grabbed her flowers off the floor.

No one has ever done something so nice for me. No one has ever even thought of me. She remembers me, she thinks about me when I'm not around. But- She needs to bloom and I cannot nourish her the way she needs. With me, she will wither.

"W-wait are you-u leaving-g?" She asked as I got up. Fuck. Why was this so hard? I've only known her for like four days.

"Yes. I need to go" I take a step further into my darkness, still holding her flowers.

"P-please stay" She looked up at me from under her lashes. I had to turn away otherwise I'd change my mind.

She is a young, new soul. She is still finding herself and her potential. It is not fair of me to take her into my grasp, to shield her from the world as badly as I want to.

She needs to make friends, and learn through life's lessons. She will not be able to do that with me.

One final step into my Abyss

"E-Erebus.."

And I leave. I found myself in my room staring down at the flowers she gifted me. I meant what I said. I will cherish them forever.

It didn't take long to finish the spell and still the flowers in time. I put them in a vase on my fireplace mantel. There they will stay until I graduate, then they will find a new spot in my new home. Half blossomed, half petals.

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