Stolen Moments

Him and Her

The room was dark and only a few traces of moonlight filtered in through the curtains. So late at night, it was dead silent, almost. Silent tears and sniffles punctuated heavy sobs. The poor girl shook violently, emotions slowly tore her apart. Her eyes were closed nothing to see beyond the tears anyways. Yet if she sat still and listened closely she would've heard the soft murmurs of a TV.

If she waited she would've heard it shut off, then the padding of socked feet crossing the wooden floor. But she didn't she was too busy blocking memories and shoving them away. She didn't hear anything until her bedroom door creaked open. She didn't look at the boy, instead, she closed her eyes tighter, and silently willed him away. He didn't leave. He came closer.

Moonlight danced across his face, where a mixed expression lied. Sadness and Worryness. The moonlight wove through his hair casting strange patterns as it went. His tail flitted lazily, and his ears twitched.

He didn't ask. She didn't say. Instead, he sat next to her and pulled her close. Two feelings fought inside her. One that was drilled into her at birth, to pull away. And a newfound one, to sink into his embrace. They tugged her in two very different directions. Which to trust? The painstakingly familiar or the undiscovered new. In the end, her sadness won, she needed the warmth of someone else. She needed to not feel alone, she needed to feel loved. Even for just a moment.

This wasn't just a moment for him. He needed her as much as she needed him. Even if she didn't entirely believe in them, he did. He knew she wasn't ready. He knew that she held too much pain to bare alone. He ran his fingers through her hair and pressed her closer to his chest. She focused on his heartbeat and tried to match his breathing. Slowly her breathing became more steadily as she became more relaxed. The war brought by her thoughts left her with one thing, tiredness. She wasn't ready to rebuild the damage that had been done. She wasn't sure when she would be ready. But when she is everything will be alright, because she won't be doing anything alone. She'll have help. All she can do now is sleep.

he shifts her position so that she cradled inside his arms, he moved slightly back to lean against the headboard. He hummed a lullaby, luring her closer to sleep. When she was fast asleep he laid her in bed and tucked her in. he grabbed a pillow and started heading to the couch. He hesitated at the door,  he looked back at the girl. His angel looked peaceful sleeping soundly. Peaceful.

He whispered to her sleeping figure, "I love you."

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Was That Okay? 

Just wanted to note that he is a Neko. I don't know why.