Buried Facades

Chapter Eight

                                                                       Chapter Eight

"I am in all of a sea of wonders I doubt; I think strange things which I dare not confess to my own soul."
                                                                                                           ~Bram Stoker

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~Steve's POV~
                                                                                                 ~Saturday June 10th, 2023~
                                                                                           ~Morning Hours~

Last night was a rollercoaster to say the least. But, if I am being honest, these last few months have been a damn whirlwind.

Learning to adapt to this new lifestyle of being something else has been a living hell.

However, that does not excuse my behavior and how I have been acting to everyone. I am just so frustrated all the time now and it is exhausting.

But, my sweet Rowena has been here and has done everything she can to help me. She has definitely put up with my nonsense and has given it back to me.

Rowena Lane is a fucking saint with a dark side that you don't want to see.

Everyone has been there for me and I have been taking it for granted. I need to make things right with them.

With everything going on, I don't want my last actions towards them to be in anger and regret.

My friends and Rowena deserve more than that.

These running thoughts in my head were circling around as I opened my eyes and feeling Rowena's hand massage my scalp tenderly.

I smiled remembering that I had fallen asleep while she held me last night.

I took a heavy sigh and lifted my head up to look at Rowena.

She was reading another chapter of the poetry book that she had borrowed from Aurora.

I lowered my head down and just looked at her.

She was absolutely glowing in the morning light. Her ebony long hair was shinier against her skin. Her cat eyes were blooming and her lips were full and perfect.

She turned her head to turn the next page when she made eye contact with me.

"Hi. Good morning baby." Rowena said softly.

Her voice is a noise that I will never get tired of hearing.

Rowena sat the book down on the bedside table and I took that as my opportunity to get closer to her.