𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 created like the sun. 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 made like the moon.
𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always shining, remaining happy, no matter the obstacles she goes through.
𝐇𝐄'𝐒 always in the dark, covered in shade and grumpiness.
But one thing, is that when the 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍...
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My eyes slowly open to the sudden bright lights, causing them to automatically shut. I take my sweet time peeling them back open, my eyes adjusting to the lights.
I look around the white coloured room, taking in the odd choice of decoration only to realise that I'm not in any house, but a hospital.
My eyes find a sleeping figure, one that's sitting in a chair looking rather uncomfortable.
My throat is dry, speaking feels like I'm whispering but I try my best to slightly raise my voice, "Aldric?" His body slightly jerks as he opens his eyes immediately, as if he wasn't just sleeping.
He stands up and walks towards me, "Hey." His voice is soft yet strained, as if something is holding him back from speaking.
I send him a soft smile, grabbing a hold of his hand, pulling it towards me.
He takes a seat on the edge of the bed, refusing to meet my eyes.
I furrow my brows, pulling myself up to a more comfortable position. I softly grab his jaw, forcing him to look at me, "What's wrong? What happened?" My question seems to bother Aldric even more, but it's obviously not towards me.
He doesn't make a move to speak, he stays silent, grabbing my wrist and placing my hand on his.
He rubs his thumb against the back of my hand, the action seems to calm him down.
His voice breaks me out of my dreamland, "I promised myself to catch that figlio di puttana." I don't understand whatever he just called that someone or something, but it doesn't take a genius to know that it's some sort of cuss word.
{TRANSLATION: Son of a bitch}
I sigh, "It's okay, the chase isn't over until he's behind bars." I try, but Aldric doesn't budge.
His eyes finally meet mine, "What did they do to you in there?" It's not a demand, it's a question, it sounds like a question for permission to ask.
I look away from him, my eyes finding the empty, white wall in front of me.
They didn't do a lot, they managed to only hurt me a bit, but God. The gaslighting.
I slightly shake my head, "Just a few slaps and cuts with their knives, it wasn't the worst. A part of me expected myself to be stabbed to death when I first felt the knife on my skin." I speak so casually, like it was all a dream.
Aldric's gaze darkens, something passes through those cold eyes of his, they try to find mine but my eyes remain on the wall.
"The worst of it all, was the way they tried to manipulate me with their words, their actions never hurt me as much as their words did." I explain, my gaze landing on my lap.
I wasn't seriously injured to be in a hospital, but I guess Aldric refused to let me go until doctors checked on me.
I break the awkward silence that lays between us, "Can I leave?" Aldric shakes his head, "No, there'll be another check up on you." I groan loudly, earning a chuckle from the tough guy.
