What's she Worth to You?

Roses

*lets just pretend that this is Will bc I didn't feel like editing his face in*

W I L L

I lean over her sleeping body, running a careful hand through her wavy black hair. I've been sitting here for about thirty minutes, just watching her sleep. Watching her chest raise and fall and listening to the sound of her rhythmic breathing. I can't help but smile at the sight of her sleeping, at the sight of her at peace. She doesn't sleep often, this I know, yet she doesn't have trouble sleeping when she spends her nights here. I suppose it has something to do with the fact that she feels safe between these walls.

I watch as her eyebrows slightly furrow and her brilliant brown eyes open just enough for me to get a good look at them. I love every piece of this amazing woman, yet her eyes have always been a favorite feature of mine.

"Good morning, beautiful," I whisper before leaning down and placing a soft kiss on her rosy pink lips and slowly pull away. Before sitting back up I plant a gentle kiss on her forehead, her skin soft and dewy from her first sufficient night of sleep in weeks, I'm sure.

"Good morning," she breathes out, a smile creeping it's way onto her dimpled cheeks. She takes my hand from underneath the covers of our bed and holds it to her face, which is terribly cold and takes me by surprise.

"My gosh, honey you're freezing," I say, my tone communicating the panic raising in my chest. She nods drowsily, seeming like she might fall back into sleep momentarily yet she snaps her eyes back open last minute.

"I'm fine, Will. I'm just tired, that's all." I sigh and shake my head, reaching a hand up and feeling her forehead with the back of my hand and she seems to melt at my touch.
"Your hands are warm," she says faintly and I shake my head.

"Naya, you're burning up," She shakes her head with a quick cough, her hair falling in front of her face momentarily.

"No, I, I can't be. I'm really okay." I give her a look and she sends me back a desperate one.
"Will, I mean it, I don't even feel so-" She's interrupted by a loud cough that raises from the back of her throat and leaps out of her mouth. I slide my hand behind her back and sit her up, helping her to catch her breath.

"Naya, baby, you're sick." She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head again, yet more adamantly this time.

"No," she says more intently.
"I can't be sick, I take care of two teenage girls every day, Will." She says in a voice that communicates her agitated state. I sigh and grab her arm gently, to which she gasps and jerks apart from me. She backs away shakily, a heartbreaking terrified expression spread across her face and I put my hands up in a defensive position.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Naya." I say in a gentle voice. Sometimes I forget what all she's been through, what all she's suffered. Sometime's I forget there's just some places that you can't grab her, and her arm is included. sometimes I just forget, and now I've upset her. Gentleness is everything when it comes to this girl, but sometimes just it's not enough.
"Honey, I'm sorry," I whisper as I try to reach out to her, yet she cowers and backs away farther, pulling the covers over her somewhat exposed body and shakes her head slowly.
"Naya," I breathe out, my heart breaking into a million pieces for her.
"Baby, it's me, it's Will," I whisper, gradually getting closer.
"I'm not going to hurt you, Naya, I promise," I finally get close enough to her to do what I know will convince her, as it has worked since day one. I reach up to her perfectly sculpted face, those beautiful brown eyes of hers filled with so much fear and confusion, and cup my hands over her pink cheeks, watching as her fear slowly dissolves.
"I'm so sorry," I whisper again and she looks around the room, breathing heavily.
"Hey, hey," I say in a calm voice and she looks to me.
"You're safe, okay? You're safe, it's me." She nods her head, sucking in deep breaths as her eyes dart around the room, double checking everything.
"Hey," I say, getting her attention and she looks back to me.
"Everything's okay, you're okay," I nod and she nods back, agreeing with me.