Sorry
He'd sent her upstairs to have a shower. He'd given her some clothes of his to wear afterwards.
He hadn't asked her a word. Not why she was here, not why she was crying. Nothing.
He'd hugged her for a while when she'd come in. It felt like hours and hours had passed when he finally let her go.
She whispered two words to him, "I'm sorry."
And it truly broke his heart.
That she felt as if she had to apologise for coming to his house in the middle of the night when she was clearly upset.
She felt she had to apologise for bothering him. For not knowing anyone else.
But he didn't want her to apologise, he wanted to go and kill whoever made her so upset as to say sorry.
He'd taken her straight upstairs after that, and made sure there was food and water when she was ready to come downstairs.
He wanted to make her feel safe and at home, hopefully she'd come again. Maybe even stay.
She looked beautiful, even when she cried, even completely soaked.
He was taken out of his thoughts when she stepped into the room, wearing his clothes and looking absolutely gorgeous.
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First Love
Teen FictionShe ripped him apart, bit by bit until there was nothing left. Until she had him all. He fixed her. Over and over. He replaced all the pieces she didn't have with his own. He was her first kiss. She was his first love. And it was like a movie. Like...
