Burn slow

Chapter 6| Black Chocolate

POV Xavier

I was drawing her again.

That was 2 a.m.

I flipped through my album of drawings reviewing Wednesday's pictures that I have done for all this time. I had her in full growth, portraits, with a sword, with a cello, and lots more different images.

I strived to draw her like I was scared to forget her.

Never.

I got back to the last page in my album with a new picture of Wednesday that I wanted to finish todays night.

That was a portrait being done with a simple pencil. Wednesday was peering at me over her shoulder with her usual strict look on her face. I felt the lack of air when I looked at her black eyes which were dark like two caves in which I would be ready to get lost forever. I glanced over the full lips and automatically bit mine thinking about something that probably would never happen. I guessed that Wednesday's lips were hard and I imagined how I was tracing my fingers over them. The lips probably would be bittersweet like black chocolate. I love black chocolate.

I pulled myself back to the reality. I had to finish the drawing.

Final touches.

Ready.

I waved my hand and the picture came to life. Wednesday looked at me so intently that just for a second I could think she really stared at me.

I sighed again because it was just a picture. A picture of the girl who settled in my head.

I waved again and my fingers slightly touched Wednesday's cheek. For a second it seemed to me that the corners of her lips went just a bit up. Maybe Wednesday even clung to my palm. I pursed my lips knowing that everything what was going on now wasn't real. It was in my head. She was in my head.

*Vibration*

She texted.

Addams:
"Are you sleeping?"

She texted me first.

I guess that was a success. The dumb smile appeared on my face.

"I must rename her contact to "Wednesday""
such thought popped up in my head.

I opened the message and texted back:

Me:
"Not yet"

Then I figured out that I didn't even say "Hi" so I rushed to send her this message and then "sorry" for being not polite.

Addams:
"Don't be silly" - that was her answer.

Me:
"Why don't you sleep?"

Addams:
"My charged mind doesn't let me do this."
"Why don't you sleep?"

I looked at millions of pictures of Wednesday in my hands and typed:

Me:
"You" - But in a moment I erased this word. I didn't want to make Wednesday get scared. Though I must admit that this girl wasn't easy to frighten. Instead I sent:
"Drawing. How is your novel?" - such a mundane tedious conversation.

Addams last seen at 2:17.

Probably our talk sedated her.

In ten minutes I got the reply. Did she think for all this time what to reply?

Addams:
"Nothing"

Me:
"What do you mean?" - I texted Wednesday immediately. I felt something was wrong.

Addams:
"I can't write" - she confessed.

Me:
"Why?"

Addams:
"Just can't"

I frowned. Wednesday would never give up on her novel without a reason.

Me:
"Cello?"

Addams:
"Still nothing"

Me:
"Maybe fencing?"

Addams:
"No. I want nothing."

Me:
"What happened?" - I felt how all my muscles tensed. Obviously something was wrong and Wednesday just didn't want to share. I continued staring at my phone waiting for a reply.

I cared about Wednesday. I was really worried about her. I didn't want her to be harmed as it happened last semester. I didn't want any other weird guys to be around her.

Okay, I didn't want ANY guys to be around her.

Wednesday was strong. But even the strongest ones sometimes need protection. I wanted to give her this.

I waited for an hour. Wednesday didn't text back. It could be a usual mannerism of Addams but I just knew that something was wrong. And I was here for her to help.

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Guys, sorry for a delay.

Just a small comment from me.

I try to mix love story and mystery because from my point of view the last one can only amplify the first one :)

I hope you enjoyed this chapter.

Love,
Oryna