Red like roses (Sexual Offenderman Fanfiction)

Chapter 28 - The golden hour

Just in case anyone was wondering how my character looks like, here is a link when I drew fanart of my own fanfiction.

https://paper-star-fight.tumblr.com/post/162609945392/finally-an-art-post-inspired-by-my-own-fanfiction

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Amy had spend the rest of the day in her own bed, just enjoying how warm it was and how good she felt after all that pain and torture. All of it still haunted her, sometimes the pain returning as a ghostly touch, yet for some odd reason Amy was able to forget about it all. Maybe she was too exhausted of overthinking and just let herself rest as much as it was needed.

But she needed air and having your window open wasn't enough for her, so she dressed up and went outside to watch the sun move down. The human stepped out of the room, the hem of her dress touching her thighs as she walked towards the front doors and pushed them open, being greeted by a small ray of sunshine. She sat down on the front door steps, her bare feet touching the grass as she watched the horizon turn orange, the sky screaming in warm autumn colors. There was barely any wind, but every now and then there was a nice breeze that waved her hair around. The sky had only few clouds in it, decorating the sky like pillows decorating a honeymoon bed.

Amy was able to enjoy the warm stoic weather and the silence only for a moment, when she could see a shadow move in the corner of her eye. Yet she didn't turn to look who had interrupted her meditation, but continued staring at the sky, her hands cupping her own cheeks. 

It was not hard to guess who it was, when a cloud of smoke was blown past the person's lips, the immaterial steam hanging in the air before slowly disappearing.

She hated the smell of smoke.

Or at least used to.

When the silence was too much to take, the human decided to say something in order to get a conversation starting. But there was nothing in her mind. 

Well, that was incorrect. Her mind was a mess, full of questions she needed answers to. Yet she wasn't sure how to ask. 

She needed to say something first before turning to the more important questions.

"Pretty weather", Amy finally said, still scanning the view in front of her. 

"Pretty as you", Offender cackled, taking the cigarette out of his mouth to blow out some smoke before placing it back between his lips, inhaling strongly.

Amy turned to look at him, giving him a cocky look. How cheesy. Yet she had to admit that cheesy things were exactly something she secretly enjoyed.

"Did you see me?"

Offender gave the human a confused look, the cigarette almost falling out of his mouth. 

"I was told you healed and washed me. Did you see me? Like, naked?" the red head asked and turned to look away from the man. In this light, her hair didn't look so blood red anymore. It was more like a mix of the autumn colors, the old violent shade of red slowly fading away.

A wide grin grew onto the man's blank face.

"Not like it was the first time."

"Oh, right. You saw me nude when you fucking ate me."

The human's eyes scanned the man, her brows furrowed as a cold dead look in her green orbs pierced through the man. She then turned to look completely in a different direction, ignoring the man as she let out an angry huff.

Ouch.

I guess that's something we need to talk about.

"Listen, that night ... I was hurt. Really needed something and ... you just happened to be the closest to get to. Couldn't help it", the man tried to explain his behavior, rubbing the back of his neck. His excuses didn't seem to work on the human, because she just sighed loudly, hugging her legs against her chest, her eyes still locked into the horizon. He sighed, too.