Aberration | ᵀʰᵉ ᴼʳⁱᵍⁱⁿᵃˡˢ/ᵀʷⁱˡⁱᵍʰᵗ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵒᵛᵉʳ ⁽ᴱˡⁱʲᵃʰ ᴹⁱᵏᵉᵃˡˢᵒⁿ⁾ [4]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙽𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗: 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜

𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜

Hearing three out of four children playing with one another. Rosalice hadn't had any ounce of time alone with her husband as he came back from his shattered mind. Hadn't seen him since she found him in such a vulnerable state.

Yet there he stood early in the morning, right before the birds sang their symphony. That's what her husband was, that's what Elijah was. A sophisticated man that woke before the sun did, took an hour long shower with the suffocating heat and put on that suit.

Staring at him as his hands shook trying to fasten his tie. His heart was racing. His breathing is a bit uneven. Going over to him, she stands in front of him, her eyes not finding him knowing that at this moment he couldn't look at her. Didn't want to make her relive such a horrendous memory that others would have.

Yet his mind yearned for her presence. Yearned to be around her. In this very moment he took some ounce of selfish joy as she swat his hands away grabbing a hold of his tie and working with it.

In his mind all he could say to her was the same apology that always made him bleed more, I'm so sorry. Her red eyes met with his hazel. Finally boring her eyes into his. Her mind relaxes as her body hurts craving for some ounce of touch. But knew not to push too far. I am so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. His eyes held a sorrow forlorn look. If I could go back in time I would have never—

Rosalice cut him off, not speaking in his mind but rather verbally, "Elijah, darling." Her hands lay flatly on his chest, never getting rid of eye contact. "It's not your fault."

What?

"It's not your fault."

Blinking in shock, Elijah didn't speak. Didn't think of anything. His breath stopped in the middle of exhaling. The only sound heard from his body was a hard swallow.

Rosalice slides her hands up his chest to his shoulders where her arms snaked around his neck tugging him closer. "It's not your fault," she repeats to him. "Going through something traumatic and being stuck only thinking about what you felt on that day... on what you view yourself..." Her own voice is growing to fail her. She looked down. Frowned. Took a breath and looked back up into his eyes gathering everything and gained control over herself. Tried being strong for him as it was his turn to have someone be a shoulder to cry on instead of crying by himself. "That wasn't your fault," She tells him.

"I hurt you," He grits out through his teeth refusing to let the tears meet his eyes. But the pain was there. The pain was evident in his voice. "I. Hurt. You."

"You're not the only man who's hurt me," Rosalice states. "Lucien, nomads, dad." She lists off different people. "But... truth be told I would experience the pain you gave me rather than the other traumatic shit I've gone through because Elijah you needed to be saved and if that meant you drinking my blood drinking me to death then so be it."

She continued, "When we first met, I could never imagine myself having a mate. I despise you because you made me feel something I never thought I would never feel. Romantic attraction. I hated how you saved me from that man, furious that you had stormed into my life and slammed that man into the ground and ran away." She drew another breath not needing it but felt the need to take one. "I have had only my family save me but seeing a complete random stranger that I felt drawn to... I was terrified and scared for my future. Yet I took my chance having the twins. And now look at us."

Elijah looks away, looks away from her and towards oblivion. Cupping his face, forcing him to look down into her eyes. Staring into the moving crimson red that looked so much like blood. Yet he had come to notice drops of yellow slowly creeping its way towards her eyes. "Look at us Elijah. We're married. We have a family of our own. And I love you."