Consuming Darkness: Sebastian Sallow

Chapter 39

-Sebastian-

I crumpled up another unsuccessful attempt to write Anne and threw it across the room into the fireplace. I didn't really know what to say, or how to say it, but I knew I needed to try to write something out. I wanted to write her as soon as I could, but there was just so much. She hated me and had every right to do so. I had killed our Uncle.

The rustling of the sheets pulled me from my thoughts and I looked to see Ronnie's eyes wild with panic as she scanned the bed and the room. I quickly went over to her and knelt down next to the edge of the bed, ignoring my stomach's protests.

I placed my hand on her cheek and her frantic green eyes found mine. "I'm here love," I said softly. "I'm right here. You're safe. I've got you." I watched her face relax as she realized where she was. I pushed her silver hair out of her face. "I'm here," I repeated. Her breathing slowed and she smiled at me. My heart soared. I did nothing in my life to deserve to be looked at the way she was looking at me but she smiled at me like I had.

"Why weren't you in bed?" She asked her voice quivering slightly.

"I'm sorry, I woke up before you and I couldn't stop thinking about needing to write Anne..." I looked away from her gaze.

"Let me see what you wrote," she moved away from my touch and got off the bed. She held out her hand to help me up.

"I didn't really write anything... at least not anything I'd send," I muttered as I accepted her hand and stood.

She wasn't looking at me, her gaze was on the crumbled parchment that I had thrown toward the fireplace and missed. There were at least four or five scattered in front of the fireplace. I was embarrassed by the obvious display of my inability to write my own sister, as well as my inability to throw accurately.

"Come on, I'll help you," she smiled at me. She grabbed my hand and guided me over to the writing desk.

I sat down and she leaned over behind me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. The close contact of her body was reassuring but also very distracting. It had been too long since I'd been able to touch her like I wanted to, needed to. I cursed the sentinel that shot me. She had finally admitted me her feelings. We'd had an amazing conversation that needed to happen for us to be able to move forward as an us and I had to go and get myself shot. I wanted to lay her out on that bed and show her that she really was mine, in every sense of the word.

She kissed my temple, which did nothing to help rid me of my glorious thoughts. She had walked through the school wearing my shirt last night proudly. She was wearing it now with nothing underneath.

"Come on Sallow, you could at least grab a fresh piece of parchment," she spoke. Ahhh... yes... the letter to my sister. The reminder immediately helped to clear my head.

She helped me craft the letter to Anne and it sounded better than anything that I'd been attempting to write for the last hour.

Moving away from me, she said "I should probably go get ready for my exam."

My gaze followed her as she walked over to her clothes on the ground. She picked them up and put them on the bed. Then she began to unbutton her shirt and every thought left my mind. I watched intently as each button undone revealed more and more skin. She wasn't looking at me, and was pretending that she wasn't moving agonizingly slow for my own enjoyment and torment.

I stood unable to simply sit by and watch anymore. She let me finish unbuttoning her shirt as I kissed down her neck. I pushed the shirt off of her shoulders and put it on the bed. I stepped back to admire all of her.