Beauty and the Beast | Fillie

Beautiful

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"Finn?"

Millie's heart throbbed with a complex of emotions she couldn't properly explain.
It was an undefined mixture: happiness for seeing him again, handsome as ever before; sadness, because things were still the same; fear, as she knew he was about to hurt her again; and, finally, an everlasting disappointment.

"Millie."

What a pleasure murmuring her name again or losing himself in her majestic hazel irises.

That night, she was simply breathtaking; with her curves wrapped in her shirt yellowish pajamas, and with that short, messy, savage hair intertwined in a bun, there weren't words to describe her. Vocabulary simply didn't give her justice. His source of happiness, in human form, right there, standing in front of him at a meter or less of distance.

But that marvellous contemplation was immediately broken by her harsh words, "Go away."

In the moment Millie was about to close the white windows and curtains of her bedroom, Finn begged her to give him a chance to speak.

"No! Millie, please, listen to me. Just a few words...." His voice was imploring, a broken whisper.

She looked at him better: he looked so different in that right moment dressed in a denim button up, dark trousers and his Dr. Martins (did Finn wear those type of boots?).

He was right there, sat on that unsteady tree branch, looking at her with those damn lovely and seductive eyes. Then, she noticed his body better: it looked slimmer. And it was clear that we wasn't eating anymore. His voice was weaker than the usual flirty and energetic sound he had.

In sum, Finn Wolfhard, a man who was destroying himself, never failed to have that kind of effect on her, provoking that tingling and pressure on her low chest, that insatiable voracity she was consumed by.
And it was so unfair.
For both of them.

After a good moment of contemplation which seemed like an eternity, her lips let out a loud and tired sigh.
What did she have to lose anyway? Everything was already over.

"Alright. But you will stay on that branch. I don't want you to come near my space." she brought her arms to the chest, looking at him sternly.

He nodded, while admiring her simple and outstanding beauty: she was like one of those princesses escaped from a book. Never in his life Finn believed in fairytales or in fantasy, neither when he was a child. But Millie proved him wrong: she was the only bridge which linked him to another world, a world made of love, sweetness and never-ending happiness. She was the sweet tale he couldn't stop to read before going to sleep.

"Millie, I owe you some apologizes." he sighed, his heart aching because of the anxiety.

He finally showed her a sad and guilt grimace, the one which always said it all. His past behavior was simply unjustified. She was right: loving someone didn't meant possess them.

"I really need to tell you a lot of things."

Her arms were still crossed, "Light me, then."

He looked around.
No, he clearly couldn't speak there — and that was the main reason why he didn't take a step into her house. Matthew was everywhere.

"It's not really safe here. Neither in your bedroom. We should go somewhere."

She arched an eyebrow. No way. If that was another stupid strategy to try to persuade and seduce her, he could go to hell.

"Even though my dad isn't home, I don't think I should hang around at three a.m..."

"Baby doll, why are you afraid? I will protect you."