BITTEN (PAUSED)

Running

Song Recommendation: Symphonia IX - Current Joys

Scarlett's POV:

My eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing the familiar room that I was in. The sun was shining brightly through the long white curtains that covered the high window in the room. I lifted my head up, peering to my left, seeing the blonde woman sound asleep right next to me.

I laid back down, slowly snuggling myself into her arms again. I wrapped my arms around her torso, slowly feeling her warm arms engulf me into a warm hug, as her arms wrapped tightly around my waist.

I nuzzled my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling all of her familiar vanilla scent as I sighed, getting even closer to her body. She lowered her head onto my shoulder, as I felt her inhale my scent aswell.

This was perfect. Everything was perfect.

I had the woman I loved most right here in my arms, her warm body keeping me company in this cold house.

And no words had to be exchanged, we already know how eachother felt.

Safe.

"Goodmorning" She says, not lifting her head from my shoulder as she places a light kiss on it.

"Goodmorning." I say back to her. Her arms wrap even tighter around my body, causing me to furrow my brows.

"Are you okay?" I ask the woman, slowly rubbing my hands up and down her back, causing her shoulder to be less tense.

"I missed you a lot last night." She whispers, still not lifting her head from my shoulder.

"What time did you come up to bed?" I ask the woman.

"3am" She mumbles

"Baby, what were you doing until 3am?" I ask, furrowing my brows as I worriedly wait for her response.

"I was planning." She says dryly.

"Planning? For what?" I question

"To make sure you are safe." She mutters lowly, almost as if she didn't want me to hear her.

"Luna, I am safe. Im safe with you." I say, slowly pulling back from her body. I lift her head from my shoulder, cupping her cheeks with my hands as I bring her face up to meet mine.

"But, I might not be with you." She admits

"What are you talking about?" I question her

"When we attack the hunters, I will be with my family. You will be here with hundreds of guards, but I wont be with you." She says lowly

"I can come with you, I can help kill them. Like you said, it's easier for you guys to die, which means you need all the help you can get." I say

"No, i'm not getting you even more involved." She says.

"Why not?" I ask her

"Im not putting your fucking safety in danger like that. This doesn't have to involve you, therefore you're not getting involved. I cant risk anything, Scarlett." She says sternly, completely pulling away from me.

"Theres a bigger chance you can get hurt with less help." I say to her

"And Im almost positive that if you come with us then you will get hurt, thats not a risk i'm willing to take. You need to be safe, Scarlett." She says, peering down at me.

"Im safe with you." I say, hoping she will side with me.

"You are, but theres some things that I simply cant risk, and this is one of those things." She says, before getting up and leaving the bed, walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

"Luna, cmon I don't want to fight with you." I say, slowly getting up from the bed and going to the bathroom door.

Nothing.

It was silence. No faucet running, no shower water, nothing.

Thats all it was.

So I left. I threw on a pair of grey sweatpants and a sports bra, tossing a oversized hoodie onto my head. I slid on a pair of white tennis shoes, before admiring my outfit in the mirror.

My heart stung as I looked at the outfit I had picked out. None of the clothes were Luna's, not even the huge hoodie that was covering me.

And suddenly, It hurt. The stinging in my chest stung even more, as watery tears filled my eyelids.

I sniffled, quickly wiping away any tears, before leaving the bedroom completely. I ran down the stairs, opening the front door and shutting it behind me as quick as I could, hoping to ignore any questions or stares from her family.

I ran down to the end of the long driveway, stopping at the very end, to where the driveway meets the busy road.

It was rainy out, the dark grey filled with light grey clouds, almost no light coming from them, as If the sun had been completely taken from the sky.

So I ran. I ran as fast as I could, just to get away from the house.

When I was modeling before all of this, there was a lot of diets and working out. But my favorite thing to do, was run. I ran whenever there was an issue, whenever I needed to get my mind off things, or sometimes just for fun. Running became an everyday thing, it was the part I most enjoyed.

But right now, running wasn't fun. This run was different. I was scared, I was sad, and most importantly, I felt hurt.

When she slammed that bathroom door, it felt like I couldn't breathe. That when I opened my mouth, It felt like I was being choked instead.

Was she mad? Was she upset? Is she mad at me?

But running seemed to ease the pain. All of it. Every last bit. I ran till I couldn't anymore, I ran until my lungs wanted to give out, until my body was so tired that I could collapse.

It was just an argument,

so why does it feel like more than that?