YAELOKRE

"What is that." 13

841 words I'm in a bad mood and I'm gonna take it out on yall get ur tissues ready 🩷

(skipping over prep cuz i'm a lazy fuck)

Soon, you two began painting. Kingsley was painting, or very badly painting out a creature of some sort. Kind of like him. They didn't look similar but it was kind of like Kingsley if he wasn't wearing his human suit.

You on the other hand were painting a small house, putting some detail into the cute house. "You wanna switch?" He asks 10 minutes later, you nod.

You two switch, staring at his creature of some sort, you pause. "What the hell is this thing?" You ask, staring at him as if he were a.. something. A.. I don't even know how to fucking explain this little odd freak anymore.

"It's.. it's John!" He says, suddenly naming this little.. guy? Idk. He's so odd. You begin to paint a background, putting John in a hammock. It was kinda cute actually.

Soon, you two switched once more, repeating the process until your painting was nothing more than a broken down shack in an overgrown field, an old, scraggly dog laying beside it. At the top, it was a pitch black sky, and stars; spelling out "I'll always wait."

When you questioned Kingsley about it, he says "I dunno.. it felt right." As your smile dropped. You didn't necessarily dislike it, but you weren't entirely in the mood for something you were excited over to be ruined so.. quickly.

You look at his painting; seeing John.

His hammock broken, ripped to pieces. The bright sky, the suns rays spelled out "come back to me." As if the two paintings were meant to be.

It clicked.

You stare at Kingsley, taking his looks in trying to recognize him. You soon realize you knew him. Not how before you knew him as your partner. You know him. He's the boy who had almost killed you and never thought to apologize.

Not in an accidental way; he was trying to.

You couldn't help but have tears well in your eyes. Over seemingly no reason. He loves you. Why can't you accept that? He didn't recognize you, but you recognized him. Maybe it was for the best you ignored that feeling?

That gut wrenching, skin crawling, cold blood feeling you can't shake. Get rid of it. What are you? Some freak that can't move on from something so minor?

He loves you for gods sake. Watching you tear up randomly broke his heart. He reaches over, standing up as he pulls you into his arms, hugging you tight.

The arms that once were around your neck, attempting to strangle you; went to comfort you. The feeling of his hands wrapping around your body, his head resting against your hands that protected your face, the feeling was gross.

How he had earlier jokingly flirted with you, the words ringing in your ears made you want to vomit. Simply being around him was now disgusting to you. You hated it. You hated him.

But, for some weird reason you couldn't help but hug him back. The sinking feeling in
Your stomach never went away, the cold feeling in your blood never going away. It was eating at you. But he loved you.

You.. loved? Him. You didn't know anymore. Did you ever know? Did you ever even thinkin you loved him? You don't know. Of course you don't. But he does. He knows. He loves you.

"I love you Angel." Kingsley mutters, feeling something was wrong, but felt awful pressuring you into speaking. So he wanted to simply wait for you to speak.

Hesitantly, you respond. But all you can really muster out is "I love you too.." your weirds were weak, like your feelings. You were a pussy, you were weak. And you are. You will always be weak.

And Kingsley knew that. Be knew full well how weak you'll always be. But he didn't care. He didn't at all. He would care for you, and love you. Unlike how he did when he tried to end your life.

"Lets go to bed, darling." He mutters, wrapping an arm around your waist as he guides you back to his bedroom, making sure to not let anyone really notice your distraught state.

Soon, you two reach his bedroom. You stand there, legs trembling as he gently and thoughtfully undresses you and puts you into warm pajamas, holding you tight as you began breaking down.

You felt weak, helpless. You felt stuck. Stuck in the relationship you wanted. Kingsley let out a soft sigh, laying you in bed as he tucks you in, changing himself as he lays on the opposite side of the bed.

He just stared at you, his eyes focused on nothing but you. He wanted to desperately reach out and cradle you in his arms and comfort you, but he knew something was up. "Please let me hold you Angel." He asks, his voice shaking as you reluctantly nod.