TO THE MAN I LOVE [Albert Wesker × Female! Reader]

III

You blink slowly.

"You..."

"Yeah. It's me." he says as he stands up slowly and walks towards you.

"How are you feeling, (name)?" he asks with a smile, he looks at you with a worried expression in his eyes, you see that he cares and that he is concerned for you.

"I'm feeling pretty good.."

"I see... You know, (name)..." he says as he puts his hand on the side of your right cheek, the hand feels soft and comforting as his long fingers softly touch your cheek, his thumb brushes over your cheek and his eyes are locked with yours.

"You have the prettiest eyes... I'm glad you're feeling better." he said with a soft and friendly smile, you saw that he was genuinely interested in you.

You remember what happened that night.

"That gun... why don't you just shoot me..?"

you asked in a weak voice.

His smile slowly faded away

"Why would I do something so dreadful to someone so innocent, someone who had been abused and mistreated by the same people who put them into this world and should have cared for them... someone who's life had been filled with misery, someone who deserves more than just suffering... I would have been no better than your so-called family, if I had done so."

As he finished his sentence, you could see tears forming in his eyes, and you could feel his emotion through his words.

You think back to where your family stabbed you and hurt you, then you smiled a little.

He smiled softly as he noticed you smiling.

"You have a cute smile, you know that?" he said as he tried to make you feel better. He puts his hand under your chin and makes you look at him. "You are a beautiful person, (name). Just believe me, okay?" The way he looked at you could show nothing but authenticity.

You nodded and smiled warmly at him.

He nods and smiles back at you, he stands there and looks at you for a few seconds before he speaks.

"I had time to think a bit..." he says while looking to the ground and with a serious face, "You see, I know how you've been treated by those horrible people. You don't deserve all that abuse and pain... so, would you like to come live with me?"

"I don't want to bother you."

You said in a soft tone.

He smiles again and shakes his head.

"You wouldn't be bothering me... I like spending time with you, you're kind, friendly and sweet. I would love to have you here with me. But, of course it's ultimately your choice. I'm not forcing you... Do you accept?" he asked, his tone and face shows that he wants to help you and that he wants to give you a better life than the one you got.

He smiles at you and takes his right hand out of his pocket. He opens it and shows a set of car keys with a keyring that had a small key on it.

"Let's go home." he says as he puts the keys back in his pocket and extends his right hand towards you so he can help you up from the bed.

"Oh? the doctor allowed me to go home??"

He nods and smiles

"Yes, they did. I paid for all of the expenses and the paperwork. No more hospital for you."