Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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I felt so tired, so useless and weak. All I had to anchor me were Phil's arms wrapped around my body, the soft sound of his breaths and the coldness that radiates off of him. I find them a great comfort, so much so that I found myself instinctively moving myself as close as humanly possible, hiding away in his chest as stray tears left tracks on the leather of his coat. I didn't even have the strength to wipe them away, my hands too shaky, my arms like jello. I doubt I could even stand if he were to let go of me. The room keeps spinning so fast. It's making me feel dizzy and sick.
"How are you feeling? Any better?" His heavy voice lightened in concern as I sniffled and squeezed my eyes shut. With an aching neck, I shook my head against him, causing Phil to let out a deep sigh before lifting my chin. I winced a bit, but met his dark blue eyes with tired ones. They were laced with so much pity and care, it sent my heart fluttering a little, but I also felt bad for making him worry so much. At least now, it's over. He fixed my hair to be out of the way of my eyes and wiped my dampened cheeks with his fingers, while his other hand braced my lower back to keep me near to him.
"It's alright, Y/N." His words betrayed the scene beyond his form. My heart broke seeing all the damage those teens caused to my store, my lips tugging into a frown as my eyes watered more. Phil looked behind him and realized the source of my distress before giving me a comforting look. "I'll clean up the mess for you. Would that make you happy?"
"Y- You don't," I croak before clearing my throat. God, my voice sounds awful, and I can hardly speak above a whisper. "You don't have to." A gentle smile stretched his lips as his fingers glided to the side of my neck to rub soothing circles on the skin.
"Close your eyes." The request was confusing, but I didn't have the energy to ask the question, why? I shut my eyes, and Phil cautiously moved, making sure I was stable enough to hold myself up before walking away. I heard his steps end not too far from me, then there was a long pause as I leaned back on shaky palms. I put all my energy into not falling off the counter as strange shuffling and clanking sounds came from all corners of the store. I felt tempted to open my eyes then because they all happened simultaneously. Just what is he doing?
I push the urge away, however. If Phil told me to keep my eyes closed, there must've been a reason. What I should be fussing over is getting my strength back and fighting back the exhaustion sweeping over me. I want my bed, maybe a hot cup of tea. Thoughts of such comforts made me sleepy. I caught myself leaning quickly and came back to my senses immediately when a hand made contact with my shoulder. Cold breath brushed over the skin of my forehead, making my spine tingle. "You can open your eyes now. I'm finished."
