The Life of Anastasia Williams

Chapter 28

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The past few days Anastasia had tried her best not to think about Damon whilst she cared for Liana, completely ignored Andrew as she's gotten used to calling him, took over the history class in the meantime since Tanner was dead, and gotten so much closer with Ryan. 

She had noticed how much his past in the army was affecting him, she hadn't mentioned anything before, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but when he had flinched at a loud sound and had a flashback in front of her, she had tried to help him as much as she could. He came to her house more often now practically staying the entire day after he dropped off Liana and his son, sometimes even the night in one of the guest bedrooms he had chosen as they each helped the other with their nightmares. Andrew hadn't been bothered by it, considering he trusted Ryan and knew they had been friends before. She had also used her magic to give Liana happy dreams so that she wouldn't be affected by both of their nightmares if they woke up screaming. 

Every morning, they woke up in one another's bed finding comfort in one another, the first time she'd had a nightmare, he'd come barging in and pulled her out of it, making sure not to touch her as he did. When she had woken up in tears, he had been there to console her, and when he had woken up in a sweat, a tortured look on his face, she had held him for as long as he needed before eventually falling asleep next to him. It was the routine now for them.

She had apparently given too much away in her nightmares once though and had panicked when he had asked what she meant. Seeing that, he had assured her that she could tell him whatever had happened, he wouldn't see her any differently. She had cried at his words, he didn't know how meaningful they were to her but she still hadn't been able to tell him the truth. Later on in the day though, as Ryan made lunch, she had gone upstairs to take a shower, only to find Death, well Alexander as she's now come to call him, in her room. They had talked for a while, as he explained what her visions would now be like and apologized on behalf of his sister for making such a decision, she had been understanding knowing it hadn't been his choice to do so, and besides, pain was a very familiar friend to her, it was nothing she couldn't handle. She had then asked her for advice pertaining to what she should tell Ryan, at this rate he was going to find out about it sooner or later, and all he had said was that 'he can be trusted but be careful who you to tell.'

After he had left after talking a bit more, she quickly had a shower and had gone downstairs to see Ryan setting the food on the table. The entire dinner was spent silent, he had tried talking to her but her short answers and dismissive nods must have clued him in that she wasn't in the mood to talk so he stopped trying to make conversation and instead shot her concerned glances as they ate. She had been too busy thinking over Death's words the entire time, and right after lunch, she had taken him outside by the fire and had told him she needed to tell him something. It had taken her a while to actually find the courage to get the words out but eventually, she did, and she never looked at him once as she explained what had really happened. Once she started, the words just kept tumbling out her mouth and she didn't stop until she had finished, knowing that if she did even once, she would stop and chicken out. 

Once she was done telling him everything besides the identity of the vampires, basically what her life had been like with James, how she had died, visited Death, gained powers, how Liana had come with her, and how she had come here, they sat in tense silence for a few moments before she literally begged him to say something. He had stood up abruptly causing her to flinch at the suddenness of the action, seeing that though he had been hurt thinking she had flinched from him and had immediately come and pulled her into a hug and said that he would never hurt her, not for anything, no matter how mad he was, the last thing he'd ever do was hurt her in any way. She meant much more to him than that.