Berserk

six

Third Person POV

Amelia sat with her knees to her chest as she looked down at the sleeping body next to her.

He shifted and groaned next to her as if he were in pain. His nightmare consisted of being stabbed and punched repeatedly by a unknown figure.

She wanted to shake him awake but she couldn't speak to him yet, still a bit shaken up from his aggressive behavior the night before.

It was times like these where she wished she could get her phone back and talk to someone.

Sure it was nice being alone in beautiful places with the guy she let steal her heart but she got lonely.

She didn't regret coming with him though, she remembered what it felt like to be without him and she hated it.

She was so caught up in her head that she didn't even realize Milo had woken up.

"Why are you up so early?" He croaks.

She was forced to speak to him sooner than she had hoped.

"I couldn't sleep, besides it's not that early."

"Why won't you look at me?"

She slowly turns her head, looking into his blue eyes that seemed to be turning green.

"See I'm looking at you."

"Yeah now." He scoffs, pushing her legs down and rolling on top of her.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Nothing." He mumbles, pushing his head into her neck.

She felt his stubble tickle her skin and realized- he was becoming a man.

His birthday was coming up and she had nothing planned yet. It was kind of hard for her to plan since he's been keeping her in the dark about the places they were going.

Would they even be in Italy for his birthday?

"I'm really hungry." He kisses her neck.

"I could make you some breakfast." She offers.

"I want you."

"O-oh um I don't-"

"I thought you loved me?" He pouts.

"What? I do."

"Doesn't seem like you love me anymore."

"I do! I promise!" She pleads with worried eyes.

"Prove it to me then."

"How?"

"Let me taste you, then give me something in return....y'know if you really truly love me." He fakes an innocent smile.

"Okay." She sighs as she nods.

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She picked at her breakfast, losing her appetite looking at the happy guy in front of her.

His eyes held pride and glee as he munched on his eggs. Looking up at her every few bites.

"You're an amazing cook." He compliments.

"Thank you."

"Not hungry?" He asks, looking at her full plate of food.

"Not really." She holds her head in her palm.

"I'll put it in the fridge for you." He stands and grabs her dish from in front of her.

He places his empty dish in the sink and hers in the fridge before walking behind her.

"Let's go take a shower."

"Together?"

"Mhm." He kisses the top of her head.

"O-okay." She nods, standing from the chair.

He grabs her hand, pulling her towards the big bathroom.

She slowly strips out of her clothes with an uneasy feeling in her stomach.

"You really do love me don't you?" He asks, looking at her with amusment.

"Yes." She nods.