Why did he deserve to be with the people he loved?
Had he, through his crimes against her, denied her that forever?
Never again to enjoy the smile on her sweet face.
To feel the small hands that lovingly and proudly grasped hers and held her with...
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It felt cool on her chest. Jessyca opened her eyes, what had happened and where was she? The last thing she remembered was breaking down crying, her fingers buried in his shirt and her face pressed against his chest. Had she fallen asleep while he had held her, too weak from the tears that had run incessantly down her cheeks? A faint feeling of self-loathing suddenly overcame her; had she allowed it to happen again? Allowed herself to be deceived by his apologetic puppy-dog eyes and his gentle strokes over her dark hair? ... The young woman looked down at her chest, something was resting on her burn scar. A white cloth with a cool liquid on it that smelled of lavender and some other indefinable herbal scent. It felt good on her skin. Was this some kind of remedy, perhaps? Carefully, she sat up and removed the cloth from her chest. The handprint was still visible, but it seemed to be slowly fading. But what herbal medicine had the ability to make burns disappear? There could only be magic involved.
Her vision slowly cleared and she became accustomed to the yellow light shining brightly through the window next to the bed she was lying on. Where the hell was she here, she had never seen this place before. Her heart began to beat violently in her chest, was this what she was thinking about? Was this his room? ... Next to the bed was a chair where someone had probably sat while she had slept. Over the back of the chair hung a red shirt and black pants. The very shirt and pants Axel had been wearing before she had woken up here. This confirmed her suspicions and a feeling of dread suddenly flooded her body. "No, no, not again. Please don't!" Was she his prisoner again, had she been deprived of her freedom once more? What other reason could there be that she had woken up in a room, on a bed that clearly belonged to the redhead. Why else were his clothes lying all over the place? So he was still as slovenly as when he was a member of Organization XIII.
On the opposite side was a dark brown wooden dresser, next to which was also a chair. On this chair was another piece of clothing. Jessyca tried to recognize it, was this his robe? The robe that every member of Organization XIII wore? ... A noise made her suddenly flinch and look to the other side of the room. There was a door that either led out of the room or into a bathroom, or perhaps into another room. Her hands shook and her palm began to glow again. Then the door opened and the redhead came out. He didn't notice that Jessyca stared at him for the first moment as if paralyzed. Lea was wearing only black pants and his red hair was all wet. Likewise, fine drops of water beaded over his defined chest and flat stomach. On his shoulder hung a towel with which he dried his long red hair. Only now did Lea notice the young woman sitting on his bed, already awake and watching him with horror in her eyes. But the moment their eyes met, Jessyca jumped up in panic. "No, Jessyca, don't...!" he tried to reassure her in a calm voice, he saw her fear of him clearly in her blue eyes filled with fear. "What, what's going on here? Where am I, why am I here, why did you bring me here?" she screamed at him, breathing fast.
"Jessyca don't, take it easy, it's all right. I can explain and I won't hurt you, I promise," he cautiously took a step towards her, hands outstretched from him, hoping to show her that he didn't have anything bad in mind. "No, stop right there, don't you come near me. I know what you're trying to do. You want to hold me captive again, you still see me as your little toy, don't you! But you can forgotten that, you can't hold me anymore, you have no right to do that, just as little, as then. ... I'M NOT YOUR SLAVE ANYMORE, YOU HEAR ME? NEVER AGAIN!" The young woman panicked and Lea shook his head. She was looking at this all wrong, he had no intention of keeping her captive and it gives a simple explanation for bringing her here to his room. "No, Jessyca, you're looking at this all wrong, I don't want to keep you here, I swear! Please, please let me explain." Explain? What was he trying to explain to her? Why she had been brought to his room, of all places, and the others had allowed it? And this when they had all seen with certainty that she was afraid of him? Why he was standing in front of her in only his pants and wet hair, triggering horrible memories in her? Memories that haunted her not only in her dreams, but every time she closed her eyes ...
