"Sam wake up." I nudged Sam's basically dead body.
"Sammy." I tease using the nickname she hated. Even then all she did was give a soft snore.
Sighing, I decided to just pick her up and put her in bed, careful not to wake her this time. I had just put the covers over her and barely made it out the door before I heard her start to cry.
Usually she would start yelling or spoke very loudly when she had nightmares and then start sobbing which would be when I would come wake her up, but this time, she just kept whimpering as she quietly sobbed on and off again.
"Sam wake up." I gently shook her sitting at the foot of her bed when I couldn't bare seeing her so sad anymore.
"Sam, please." I quietly begged shaking her a little harder. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked confused at first then a look of relief washed over her face as she realized where she was.
Quietly, she crawled out of her bed and onto my lap, wrapping her legs around my waist as her arms snaked their way behind my neck.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, my voice muffled by her shoulder. I felt her slowly shaking her head from side to side and wrapped my own arms around her waist feeling the ache in my chest start to fade away.
Pretty soon she had fallen back asleep so I gently laid her back down, careful not to wake her but her eyes opened as soon as her head hit the pillow and began to stare at me.
"Do you want some water?" I quietly asked.
She continued to stare, a small frown on her beautiful face before softy wording out No. Before I could force myself to get up and go back to my bed, her arms found their way back to my neck and she pulled me down next to her.
"Don't go." She whispered so quietly I thought I had imagined it from wanting to hear it so bad.
As if to prove me wrong, she pulled my face closer to hers and frowned into my eyes, sleep still blurring her vision, making her watery unfocused eyes look like pools of whiskey.
She was so beautiful.
Rubbing her face, she sighed and pulled me down next to her, curling into a ball by my side. Brushing her hair away, I boldly planted a small kiss on her shoulder and tucked my chin on top of her head.
I silently listened to her soft breathing and felt her heartbeat against my chest, closing my eyes when my own heart started to thud in sync to the rhythm of hers.
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Arsonist's Lullaby
Roman d'amourHe didn't believe someone like him could be loved. Abused and abandoned, the day his mother died he turned to all the wrong things for comfort. She didn't know who she was. A horrible attack causing her to lose parts of her memory and leaving he...
