revenant || sebastian sallow.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN.

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The light pitter patter of raindrops falling had awakened me. My eyes fluttered opened, taking in the surroundings. My eyes first focused on the window ahead of me, water running down the glass, making streams that resembled tears. 

I was in a bed, but not my own. 

I slowly sat up, wincing at the way my body felt upon moving. The events from... yesterday? Last night? Came back to me as I lifted up the sleeve of my button up, to reveal a bruised forearm. 

It wasn't unusual for blood magic to leave a mark, however this one had been much more intense, demanding more life essence than the ones that had come before it. 

I pulled my sleeve back down, not wanting to focus too much on the injury. I refused to think of myself as a wounded victim.

I looked around, my eyes darting to the side of the bed, emptiness occupying it. No one was around. Soon after, my eyes landed on a familiar quidditch jersey resting on a chair which was complimenting a desk. The last name sowed into the back reading 'Sallow'. 

I let out a shaky breath, the realization of where I was at hitting me. Last night had been terrifying, my last moment of consciousness being filled with thoughts that I was going to die. That the person who would take my life would be Sebastian Sallow. 

The notion didn't bother me entirely. If I had to die, I would at least want it to be at the hands of someone who really knew me, who had seen me for who I was.

Who was I to think that Sebastian had really looked deeper than just the softness of my lips and the curvature of my body?

I slowly got up, the soreness of my body making it a tad difficult to maintain myself standing. I powered through taking steps around the dorm room. I had nothing to worry about, considering the door was closed. Although, I had no clue when Sebastian would return, or what he would do when he saw I was awake.

I wondered what he was thinking. He was still clearly upset about what I had done, yet he had almost killed me and brought me to his dorm afterwards.

I approached his dresser, sat down, and opened the drawers, being bored, knowing if I left the room I would only cause more trouble for myself, seeing as Sebastian would be upset. 

I wondered why I automatically wanted to listen to Sebastian even if he didn't verbally give me orders. But I no longer wanted to betray him. 

I looked through his clothes, folding the untidy ones neatly into squares and setting them aside until I reached the bottom. My eyes focused on a small box tucked at the bottom of everything. 

I reached and pulled it out, setting it on my lap and staring at it for a few seconds, contemplating if I should open it. I didn't want him to get mad at me for snooping, yet, I wondered what secrets Sebastian had to hide. I reached out to open it with a shaky hand, unlatching the small latch on it, swinging it open.

Inside, a stack of what seemed to be letters, neatly stacked. I furrowed my eyebrows, grabbing one out and starting to read it.

Millicent, 

I miss you greatly. There isn't a day that passes that I don't think about our escapades fighting Ranrok's loyalists and searching for a cure for Anne. 

I know you must hate me for disappearing. For cutting contact despite how close we were. I never wanted to risk our friendship, or loosing you. I just needed time to figure out everything, to weight things out.