Why so gloomy? (Fruk)

17 (final)

We continued walking to my place, and I finally released his hand. "What are you doing?" He asked. "We are going to talk; I need answers! Now!" I demanded. We stopped walking, and I looked at him, annoyed. Arthur began to scratch the back of his head, and I shook my head at him. "I'm sorry... I didn't think I was being too obvious," he started.

"You see, there aren't many people like us. It is more of a curse, honestly. We were taken away from our families as kids and were subject to these terrible experiments that cursed us to be this inhuman creatures. Some people like us either go crazy in time or try to assimilate into the world around us. I didn't mean any harm killing those men. I know what I did was wrong, and I am asking too much for your forgiveness, but please forgive me!" He spoke.

This guy...

He had continuously shut me out and refused to trust me or talk to me. He was hostile most of the time, and also put up this tough facade that hurt my feelings at times. He would look terrifying some days, and beautiful the other days. Then he would act cold to me, but then said or did things that contradicted those actions.

Here he was...asking me for forgiveness for killing a few men who tried to assault me.

"I don't think what you did was right, and I'm sorry to say this, but my feelings for you won't be able to overpower the dissatisfaction I have about the situation."

"I know, but I want to make things right. I was afraid of you... I thought you were out to get me. But along the way, I realized that I don't need to be afraid anymore. You were right! Not everyone will hate me, and I wish I had believed in that earlier. Maybe I would not have made those mistakes. This curse I have to live with makes me do crazy things at times, and I'm ready to accept responsibility."

I looked at him, and he slowly reached for my hand, and they were cold as usual. "However, there is a slight issue with that. With everything that is going on around me, it is hard to wrap my head around it," he spoke softly. His face was getting this bright red, and it surprised me. "And what would that be?" I asked.

I looked at him softly. He looked like he was lifeless. I could only assume it is because he hasn't killed anyone or something for food.

"Francis, I think I might have..."

He paused.

"What?"

He grabbed my hand tightly, and he started to cry. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help myself. I got closer to him and forced him to look me in the eyes. "What's wrong? Why so gloomy?" I asked. He began to touch his cheeks, shocked. As if he had never felt himself cry before. Arthur started laughing, and he shook his head. "I know it will take time to fix things between us, but I'm willing to wait one thousand years—if it means that there is a chance you will forgive me in the slightest!"

I observed him, and I began looking into his dulled green eyes. "I think I've fallen in love with you," he whispered. I felt my body tense up as I heard him say those words.

DAMN IT!

I can't do this anymore.

I held his face in my hands still, and I nodded at him. "Somehow, I think I might have done the same," I spoke. I looked at him softly, and my lips were above his. "I love you, but I hate what you've done..."

"I know..." he cried, closing his eyes.

I pressed my lips against him, and he scrunched his face as I kissed him. I hate myself for giving in so quickly, but I was going to ensure that he felt sorry. Murder is murder, no matter what.

Then again, I technically am a murderer, too, after tonight.

I continued kissing him, and he held onto my arms as I held him close to me. My feelings were gushing out, and I couldn't hold them in anymore.

I'm such an idiot.

I ran my hands through his hair and kissed him more. I loved it so much. I loved kissing him! I could do it all day!

I slowly separated from him, and his eyes were still closed. He smiled slightly, and I started to feel his skin get warm. I felt a little shocked at the feeling but continued to stare at him.

"I love you, and I think I might be crazy because of it," I spoke. I was still holding his cheeks in my hands, and he slowly pressed his hand against mine. His hands were smoother and warm. His lips looked like they had changed a natural shade of color.

His hair was starting to feel softer, and I didn't know why. Was love really that blind?

"Look at me..." I whispered. Arthur slowly opened his eyes, and they looked a normal green color. They weren't dull or lifeless looking. He looked more alive than I had ever seen before.

"What the?..."

"What is it?"

"I'm not sure, but you are different," I spoke. I let go of his face, and he winced in pain. I lifted a brow, confused, and he suddenly held a hand to his shoulder. "What's wrong?" I asked.

His body was tense, and he looked at his hand.

I looked down at him, and my eyes widened. "Arthur! You are bleeding! We need to get you to a hospital!" I said, horrified. How was he bleeding? He wasn't bleeding earlier!

He continued to look at the blood, and I tried to pull him so we could get him help. "Are you okay? How much pain are you in?" I tried to ask. He stopped me, and I looked at him, confused.

"FRANCIS! LET'S GET SANDWICHES TOMORROW!" He shouted. I jumped at what he said and looked at him, confused. What is going on with him? "Fine! Let's go to the hospital first!" I shook my head. However, he kept this goofy grin on his face.