Unveiling the Hearts

5. Lose you too

Merry Christmas guys!
I hope you get the fictional men you've been crushing on.
👀❤️
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The moonlight shining through the glass doors was what I first saw when my eyes fluttered open. Waking up from a deep sleep felt good; great even.

In the background, I could hear a pen scraping against paper and the tapping of Asher's feet against the floor, a habit he had whenever he was deep in thought.

I turned slowly, laying on my other side, to watch where exactly he was sitting. As expected, he was sitting in the armchair that was placed in the corner of the room, a notepad in his hand and a scrunched up face with his eyes zoned in on whatever he had written.

Sensing my sleepy stare, he looked up slowly. My heart started thundering in my chest when my brother's eyes lit up when they met mine. All the stress on his face morphed into a relaxed look, as his lips fell into a smile.

"Have a good sleep, love?" He asked, setting the notepad aside and getting up from his throne.

I nodded, blinking rapidly to get the sleep out of my eyes. Asher walked over to my side and bent down to place a kiss on my head.

"Hungry?" He asked, running his fingers through my hair, to get them away from my face.

I shook my head and lifted my arms up in the air; a silent message that I wanted cuddles.

With a chuckle, he untangled me from the blankets and picked me up, silently walking back over to his armchair. Once he was settled, he adjusted me, holding me with one arm while picking his notepad again with his other hand.

I buried my face in his neck, taking in the scent that made me feel safe and secure every time I breathed it in.

"Lucian was asking for you," Asher muttered after a while. "Are you in trouble?"

I tensed up as the events from the day flooded my mind.
"I don't know." Really I didn't. Maybe he'll be mad, or maybe he'll just let it go. I can't tell.

"You sound unsure, my love." Asher placed a gentle kiss on my head. "Whatever it is, know that Lucian won't hurt you in any way, okay?"

"Yes Asher," I breathed out, trying to get any uncertainty about this situation to the back of my mind.

I was uncertain. Scoring less got you in huge trouble and I don't think I've seen Lucian's anger at its worst. Maybe I was being paranoid, but my instinct was screaming at me to be cautious.

He rubbed my back gently while I took my time basking in his warmth, getting enough love before I had to part from him.

I pulled away reluctantly, looking at Asher's eyes filled with concern.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked. The dress shirt and suit pants told me he was going out for a while.

"Yes. I have to leave for work in fifteen minutes. I'll be back late," he answered. I nodded and slowly pushed myself up to stand.

"Should I go see Lucian now?" I asked, dread filling my stomach.

Asher let out a nod, which intensified the feeling of dread in my stomach. Heaving a sigh, I turned to the bathroom.

Each step to the bathroom felt heavy. I wanted to run away and hide from all the expectations and sacrifices that came with living.

I flinched when the word die echoed in my head, the demon returning with its claws extended. This curse just won't go away. Lucas just had to die, only to come back to haunt me in the worst way possible. Maybe it would've been better if he didn't die.