Anti-Hero || Leah Clearwater

10 - Silence and patience

"Even in my worst times
You could see the best of me
Flashback to my mistakes
My rebounds, my earthquakes"

Dress - Taylor Swift

The ceiling of Leah's room was white.

Not a bright white, something like a... white dove. Maybe? She didn't really know many variations of the colour white, but she remembered her mother talking about it, while picking a new colour to paint the kitchen's wall.

So, yeah, maybe it was white dove.

Okay, next: the walls. Probably the same white as the ceiling.

Good.

The desk? Definitely something like oak... or maybe maple. Yes, maple.

She was going crazy.

She needed to think to something else.

If she thought about that... no, absolutely not.

She grabbed her phone and she saw that it was five in the morning. She slept for like ten minutes in the last five hours, but she was not tired.

Leah ran her hands over her face, through her hair, and then exhaled.

At moments like that, she missed having female friends. A friend she could confide in, share her feelings and fears with. She certainly couldn't call her mother. In one corner of her brain, her cousin's name popped up, but she would never call Emily because she knew very well that she would tell Sam everything.

On top of that, she couldn't stop thinking about... his lips. His hands. His skin. Him.

Leah touched her lip with her fingertips. She could still taste him.

Once, she thought about, well, touching him. She had been convinced that it would be like touching a statue, cold and lifeless.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

He was cold, but it was not unpleasant. Her body temperature was higher than normal, so touching him was like swimming in the ocean: at first refreshing, then soothing and relaxing.

When she went to bed, she saw that his hands on her hips left slight bruises, already healed.

Leah thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Felix's footsteps. She heard him checking something in the kitchen and getting out, but she couldn't hear his footsteps outside on the street. She got up, went to her window and saw his profile, under the poor light of the street lamps. He was standing outside the door, staring in the dark.

Yep. He was either thinking about their... kiss, or trying to understand what to do next.

She went back to bed, he needed his space as she needed hers.

The desire in his eyes, just a few hours ago, was unmistakable. He could act like he was annoyed by her, but she now knew the truth.

Did he feel like that because he could sense the bond of the imprinting? Did he really like her or was he just giving in to the connection they shared?

Well, she couldn't ask him, so she just needed to find out by herself.

She didn't really know what she was going to do if he... actually liked her. She couldn't see a future for them, but she also thought that Felix would never kiss her so... never say never.