Molly | Herophine

Chapter 3: We Can Go To My Room

I let her cry it out even though I feel my heart getting pinched with every sob that escapes from her lips. I don't know how and when I did it but I find my arms wrapped around her small frame, supporting her. One of my hands gently rub up and down her back, soothing her. But I don't dare speak, afraid that if I do, it might end this moment when she's in my arms. As fucked up as it is, I loath yet thank the reason behind her breakdown.

I am fucked, I know.

After a few minutes, she finally calms down and slowly pulls away from me. Her arms drop to her sides and she takes a step back. Suddenly, a cold emptiness washes over me.

I need her to stay close to me. I need her warmth.

"Feel better now?" I ask her but she won't meet my eyes. She wipes the tears from her eyes almost angrily.

"Yeah, but I still feel like shit," she bitterly chuckles, running her hand through her hair. I wonder how it would feel like to run my fingers through her hair. I bet they'd feel as soft as they look. "Thank you... by the way," she meekly says, her eyes still cast down to her feet.

I shrug like it's nothing even though she can't really see me. "I'm heading back to the hotel, want to walk with?" I ask her instead of voicing out my thoughts. Yeah, not gonna tell her I want to feel her hair between my fingers because that would just be too weird.

She looks around, realizing that we are in the middle of the sidewalk outside the bar. When she finally looks at me, a small sad smile appears on her beautiful face. "Sure, I don't think I'd be able to go back in there anyway," she gestures towards the bar.

We walk across the street in silence, a decent amount of space between us. My hand itch to reach out and rest itself at the small of her back to guide her but also just to touch her but I control myself. I fist my hands and plant them to my sides. When we reach the elevators, she pushes the button to our floor and she turns to me questioningly when I don't move to push my floor, I say, "We're on the same floor." She nods before looking straight ahead again. The silence between us is deafening and when we reach my door, I turn to her and ask, "Want to talk about it?" Hoping and praying she'll say yes. I just want a little more time with her... just a few more minutes is enough.

She stares up at me, our height difference more noticeable as we stand there with only a meter of space between us. She sighs heavily, shaking her head and her decision is loud and clear even before she utters her response.

"I don't think that's a good idea Hero," she says quietly. My heart sinks at her refusal but I mask my disappointment with a small smile.

"It's okay, just tell me you'll be fine on your own before you go."

"Oh," her face falls further and I am confused by her reaction to my words. Did I say something wrong? Fuck! "I just... I thought... you know, m-maybe we could hang out for a bit?" She stammers and I feel my heart skip a beat. "Not to talk about what happened earlier though," she adds in a rush, her brows furrowing.

"Of course!" I answer too enthusiastically, not being able to hold back my excitement. Okay, calm the fuck down you wanker. "My room's pretty messed up since I've been here longer..." I trail off.

Please say we could stay at your room, please say we could stay at your room. Please-

"We can go to my room. I just got here today and I haven't really touched anything besides the bed," she offers with a small smile.

I nod in agreement, not able to speak as I picture her laying on that bed. Does she sleep in the nude? Or does she wear sexy nightgowns or teddies? Normal pyjamas perhaps? Or old worn out shirts and panties? I bet her bed smells just like her now. My mind conjures so many idiotic thoughts sometimes, it's humiliating even to myself.