Wronged

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QOC: Do you want more of Aiden's POV? Or do you like Anna's better?

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- Anna's POV -

I sat there with him for three hours. He cried for two, but slowly drifted off to sleep during the last. All I could do was play with his hair for a little bit because I didn't know what other option there was. All there was to do was hold him. Because no matter how much people try, sometimes words just don't cut it.

Some grievers need physical comfort rather than verbal. It offers a sense of security and protection. Being wrapped in someone's hold can bring peace to the person. It doesn't matter who you are. It's just a human thing.

My eyelids were wanting to drop, but I didn't want to sleep. The rain outside was scary, and I didn't want to wake Aiden up so we could go crawl into bed. Truthfully, I want to be selfish. I want him to hold me. But I'd say it's about time I repay the favor. And I'm not going to sleep on a floor. In order for him to, I adjusted his head on my stomach and carefully pulled us onto the ground. He's sleeping soundly, the quietest snores coming from his lips. He looks peaceful.

I smile a little. Maybe having a photographic memory isn't so bad. While most lovers wish they could remember every single skin cell on their partner's face and body, I actually can. It's a reality. Maybe not every skin cell - because I don't have microscopic vision - but I do remember every detail.

And then I frown. I haven't even told him yet. I just don't want him to think I'm a freak. Things are going pretty good. He's making me happy. I thought I'd destroy that by telling him about my past alone. But he understood me. He cared about me. He wanted to murder whoever hurt me.

Would that change if I told him about my "advantages?" Or is his caring physique now proof that he wouldn't leave me if I told him? It sounds so risky. I don't know if I'm ready.

And in my defense, I did just reveal the most horrendous part of me. I think I deserve some time to adjust to that first, and I owe it to Aiden to let him adjust too. Throwing this out there right now wouldn't be a stable thing to do.

Besides, if he does turn out to leave me, then he'd probably end up putting me back in the institution. Not because he thinks I'm a weirdo, but because he thinks it would be for my own good. He thinks he would be helping me because he cares. But he doesn't understand that the "health care" part of it all is clickbait. It's all a lie. They don't help those advanced intelligent people. They study them. Experiment on them. Why? I never found that out. All I could conclude was that they were scientists and had a passion to understand unsolved mysteries in the genius human brain. But I can't help but feel there's more. They have an ulterior motive, and it's not a good one.

I sigh and look at his eyes. They're shut, but I remember every part of them in their great green form. Two eyelashes in particular stick out to me. One is curled more than the every other one, and the second is straighter than all the rest. The smile returns on my lips as I look at his calm sleeping structure. It calms me. His eyelashes are unique. He's unique. That's how he calms me: he's different than the rest.

Before I can observe him anymore, a clash rings throughout the house. I flinch and stiffen a little, eyes flashing over to the door. It's closed and locked (because Aiden locked it due to his guarded personality. It also must be habit due to his job. He must just be used to locking doors whenever he enters a room). Another thud is heard, and I flinch again.