My demon

I feel your presence

Note:holaaaa I know I know long time no writing 😬but I'm back soooo yeah let's continue.

Rose pov
All what you can hear is the sound of thunder outside and the wind blowing
It's funny how I love rain yet every time it rain i feel so lonely call me a child if you like but I just think that when it's raining you need to be held by someone.
I don't know why but I just think that rain is romantic perhaps it's because all of the books and novels that I have read I became the hopeless romantic I am and in all honesty after everything I was told and the note I got and then the incident in the library and the whispers and to top all of that when those arms were around my waist I felt both completed and drained at the same time thinking I've been doing a lot of that and I just need to clear my mind for a bit and that's exactly what I'm going to do in the morning I will go out and have a little bit of fresh air then I can deal with the mess that is my life at the moment.
The storm outside seems to only get worse and my thoughts are interrupted by the loud sound of thunder. I take a deep breath and turn my back to the window hugging my pillow closer to my chest
I don't know what's wrong with me where did this sudden feeling of loneliness come from??and why do I have this need to be held so bad?? Granted I've been a hopeless romantic but never this needy and desperate ever.
I pull the covers up to my chest and dive deeper into my bed as I see a shadowy figure in front of my bed.what the hell is happening with me so much for getting my mind off of things and just relax the shadowy figure chuckles softly and I pull my eyebrows together why is it chuckling?wait it reads minds!
Well if you stop calling me it or shadowy figure I will be thankful and to answer your question yes I can read thoughts but don't worry you have a strong mind it's really hard to get into your mind
And when I hear those words I'm so glad that I'm laying in my bed because if I was standing my knees would be so week I might fall that accent is to die for
My eyes widen shit he said he can hear thoughts I hope he didn't hear that
I look up and I make eye contact with the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen in my entire life a mixture of blue and green with the hints of yellow it really hard to name the color but it's scary and alluring at the same time
I finally find the courage to open my mouth and ask who are you?i ask in a shaky voice.he sits on my bed and i freeze afraid of what's he gonna do I close my eyes when I see him rise his hand thinking that he will hit me or something
But I am surprised when I feel him stroking my cheek so softly as if I'm made out of glass and might break.
I open my eyes slowly when I hear him say"I'm Nicklaus my little flower with a smile.i gasp "you..it was you who left that note right?he Answers yes my flower it was me.i reply what do you want from me if you are here looking for revenge because of what my ancestors did then you are quite late don't you think??it's been years probably a decade even.his lips tugs upwards a bit forming a soft smile no I'm not here for revenge I just heard your soul crying for mine and i....I couldn't help myself I had to come and see you my lovely flower he says while he moves his hand from my cheek to my head and starts stroking my hair
What do you mean by my soul crying for yours??i ask him confused
What did he mean and why do I feel so calm with him and the same feeling I got in the library is back again that feeling of being complete and in a bliss is back and I find myself holding his free hand in mine i look into his eyes and see that it's filled with joy for a reason that's unknown to me
Oh come on little flower your grandmother told you already the story do I need to repeat it again?think my flower think and you shall know who I am and when you do so all you have to do is call
He says as he bends his head kissing my cheek and taking a deep breath
And then he's not there anymore I look around searching for him but he's not there I look around the room like a madwoman but I find nothing i lay back in my bed and disappear between the covers
I slowly drift of to sleep thinking about what he said when you know who I am call me.