Juliette returns to her home town after the unfortunate passing of her husband in a tragic work accident.
Her life becomes mundane and she's clouded by depression until a smiling face chases away the rain.
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I'll put today's picture here too in case Wattpad is still tweaking. (Extra chapter this week cus I'm pretty far ahead with writing this story •3•)
Alastor
At first I thought I was an idiot.
Letting my feelings stop me from doing what needed to be done.
It just had to be her... how could I hurt her when she looked at me with those big green eyes...I couldn't.
Maybe I'm weak, but there was no way I could watch her die. Not by my hand.
What has she done to me... I never used to be so sentimental. So soft.
And when she kissed me... I didn't know what to do. I felt like she put a spell on me. Her lips were warm and welcoming, and I just froze.
It's not like I knew how to kiss her back anyway. She could probably tell that much, but she still seems happy to see me whenever I stop by, so I'm assuming my lack of skill didn't put her off.
Would I even care if she had been put off?
Get it together, Alastor... why is some silly girl taking up all of your headspace?
Although, she has kept my secret... just as she said she would. No police have come barging into my radio tower, demanding I turn myself over.
The longer I thought about her, the more my thoughts went to her...just her.
Her smile, her eyes, her voice, her laughter...
"Oh, fuck me..."
I grumbled and threw my hands over my face, groaning as I slumped into my chair. The empty page in front of me needing to be filled with content for tomorrow's broadcast, but remaining vacant.
With a sigh, I sat back up and ran my hand through my hair. She's going to drive me mad.
It's like she's crawled into my blood and made herself at home, infecting everything I do.
It's unlike me to be so unfocused... or perhaps just focused on something unrelated to my work.
So, with as much effort as I could muster I pushed her to the back of my mind, and attempted to lock in on my responsibilities.
~*~
On my way to the diner this morning, I passed by a flower shop that was full of fresh spring bouquets.
After pausing briefly, I decided to pick one up as a surprise for my little waitress.
Women like flowers, right?
A month has passed since that night in the alley way, and Juliette has been true to her word about not turning me in.
She doesn't mention the murders anymore, and also seems a lot less stressed about it entirely. As ironic as that is.
