loves a mystery

Warmth of another

*Sammi's pov*
Sitting in the room of my partner for our science class, i felt really uncomfortable. His walls covered with posters of bands I've never heard of and drawings of decapitated women and men drawn naked in chains. It all creeped me out, i sat on his bed after examining his room a little bit closer.

In the corner was a sword and on his dresser were a few meat hooks, i shivered feeling a cold pressure start to surround me. I felt scared, telling myself 'fuck this' i got up and started walking to the door.

As i grabbed the handle the door swung open knocking me to the ground above me stood Morgue. His hair black with white tips, his lips pierced, and his dark clothes and make up on.

"What are you doing here?" He asked as if i were tres passing onto sacred ground.

" w-we were supposed to do our science project to day after school but you ditched out so i found out were you lived but you weren't here and your mom let me into your room" i was scared shitless as i talked back to him.

I am a whole foot shorter than Morgue standing at a mere 6'2, and he was never very nice to me when first moved here so i was really scared to be pared up with him. There was silence as i stood up from the ground. and cautiously looked up at him. We stood there awkwardly in silence, as I felt daggers tearing into my skin from the death glare Morgue was giving me.

"ah well look at the time" I said just to get on a topic, "I really must get going..." I gathered my stuff up and walked back to the door, trying to leave, but morgue stood in the way. he shut his door making me feel uncomfortable and took a step towards me. I took a step back, looking up into his eyes. they were surrounded by black eyeliner and black eye shadow making his eyes look as if they were sinking into his skull.

"what's the project on?" he asked kind of threatening.

"uh, uh" I panicked not knowing what to say in fear of being torn apart by his meat hooks. I dropped my stuff kneeling down next to it and my breathing hitched. starting to hyper ventilate, I realized I was having a panic attack. Tears started to form in my eyes as I sat on the floor looking at Morgue's feet. What do I do, what can I do with this person in front of me. I don't know what to do. I started crying wiping my runny nose on the sleeves of my attack on titan sweater, tears ran down my face as I tried to slowed my breathing.

In threw my nose, out threw my mouth. well that was until I felt arms wrap around my body tightly, holding me close to them. I cried and cried until I was sitting in the lap of the person whose arms were around me. they didn't let me see their face or anything else but their chest. it was wide and a little tone, but was also warm and comforting. my breathing would hitch when I took a breath in and even out as I let the carbon out, as if I had hiccups. my crying stopped, but my breathing would still hitch.

I took a deep breath in and let it out trying to even out my breathing but it didn't work. the arms around me loosened allowing me to pull back from their chest and letting me see their face. It was Morgue, sitting their with a worried look on his face, he asked.

"Are you okay?" I nodded avoiding eye contact and sliding off his lap. I can't believe I cried in front of him, what if he thinks I'm weird now? I didn't get very far off his lap before I was pulled back against his chest. "My little sister used to get panic attacks all the time so, I won't let you go until I know your okay." he said sternly wrapping his arms tightly around me again.

I looked up at Morgue, with a hard exterior but a nice warm heart that once you get passed the cold outer shell is filled with love and warmth. he is kind of scary and cold but his body heat pulled at my heart strings and made my stomach dance in circles. I leaned my head against his chest and gripped onto his shirt. I closed my eyes listening to his heartbeat feeling it cool my breathing. soon our breathing matched and I was calm. calmer then I ever had been before.

everything at that moment was lovely, being in strong arms and feeling love. it was different being with someone who cared, even if at first he didn't want anything to do with me. he made me feel safe.

"hey Sammi, look up at me." he said, hmmm I wonder how he knows my name. I looked up at him, only to feel a soft pair of lips press against my own. what?