They say every cloud has a silver lining. Cliché, I know. But, with twenty-year-old psychology student - Meliora Simmons, the clouds only appear to turn a darker shade of gray with no evidence of a bright side. Nightmares haunt her since her childho...
First of all... Happy 2019 you guys! We made it, another year. I have a big rant but I'm sure you guys don't wanna hear it. But get this, I'm trying to be better at writing and updating my on-going books so wish me luck!
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❰Meliora❱
"We should go downstairs," he said and released me from his grip almost immediately, leaving me confused. Just a few seconds ago, he was flirting with me and now he was at least a feet away from me, shirtless, examining his wound. It was almost as if he had a switch for his feelings and emotions.
"Yeah...yes, we should," I said, my voice frail.
Zayn bothered about wearing a shirt as much as he bothered about covering his wound to prevent an infection. He just strolled down the stairs like nothing had happened, although a part of his face twisted in pain the moment his hand hit the side of the railings.
"You should at least take some pain meds," I suggested as we descended through the stairs. He only shrugged as if he was unaffected and I didn't press the matter either. I wasn't sure if it was my place to enforce anything on him.
I watched him casually stroll into the main lounge, grabbing an apple on his way, looking like nothing had happened. On the other hand, I had to take a pause to process the last few hours of my life, how it had turned from quaint chaos to a violent storm. Nothing made sense to me at this point and somewhere in my hazy head, I still wondered if I had begun to hallucinate, wondering if all of this was a story my mind had conjured.
"Meliora," I heard someone call my name and I snapped out of my thoughts. It was Zayn; he stood at the bottom of the stairs, a confused look on his face. "Are you alright?"
I nodded my head instantly, then sighed and shook my head. I wasn't alright. I felt fatigued and my back still hurt from the assault it had gone through. I had been attacked by a werewolf twice in two nights and had witnessed two murders in a row. Before tonight, I had a million questions in my head and now, I had a million more with no answers whatsoever. It was safe to say I was everything but okay.
A sigh left his mouth as he closed his eyes. He then climbed the flight of stairs and came to stand in front of me, his eyes holding a hint of empathy in them.
"I know this is very confusing to you, it is to me too. I had brought you here because I knew you wouldn't stop searching for your answers, answers that could get you killed. I had no idea the others were after you... They want something from you and I don't know what. I don't know why you have a mark on your back or no scars on your body from previous nights. But get this, if you are connected to us in any way, to the underworld, Arthur will stop at nothing to help you get those answers. He is the best person I know."
"Thanks," I muttered after a brief moment of processing. All my major questions were still unanswered, but there were a few memory gaps from last few nights that he could fill in for me. Hoping for the same, I put forth my thoughts. "I do have questions you could answer."
