the siren † john seed

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Liquorice was met with glass.

She was glad it wasn't a whole lot of glass littering the whole place, it was only a few knocked over pictures frames.

She crouched to pick up an upside-down picture on the floor. The sound of glass was loud when it fell off of the paper and onto the ground. It was a large picture that had a large frame.

It was a picture of John's siblings. Liquorice brushed the dust off of it and examined it more closely. They were all beautiful and graceful with different features.

Liquorice ran her finger across the paper, tracing the shapes of their beautiful faces.

Liquorice couldn't help but notice how beautiful John was. John Seed was ordinary in every way possible, but the amount of care he had for Liquorice made him extraordinary in Liquorice's eyes.

She wondered if he held the same care for her.

She didn't want to admit it, but she was trying to evade having to talk to John. She was scared and overthinking what he'd say and do.

"Liquorice?" She hears someones voice come from the opposite side of her. Her stomach drops. She lifts herself off the ground, still holding the picture.

"J-John." She forces out. Her throat is extremely dry, and she feel if she were to faint.

He looks relieved, but he looks extremely conflicted.

Liquorice takes a careful step between John, whose hair was disheveled, but beautiful nonetheless. The picture rests between her fingertips.

Liquorice throws herself at John, clutching onto his body desperately. She sobs into his purple dress shirt, pressing herself to him.

John just stands there.

"I know you're disappointed. Just hug me right now." Liquorice says, hiccuping from how hard she was crying.

She honestly wasn't sure why she was crying. Maybe the fact that she continue to disappoint everyone she loves, or how she missed him. The latter sounded childish to her.

This was like a young kids story. They have a fight, storm off, make up, have another fight, make up, have another-

"Liquorice." He says. "You are ruining my shirt."

Liquorice pulls away. Sure enough, there is mascara on his shirt. She pats it and laughs nervously, tears still running down her cheeks.

Liquorice looks at John, who showed no emotion, which is odd for him. He usually would be crying by now.

"I'm sorry. I'll wash it for you." She reaches to his buckle to take it off for him, but John stops her, grabbing her wrist.

"I can do it."

This made Liquorice cry more, if possible. She pulls out of John's grip, and notices how he avoided eye contact.

"John," She begs, her fingers going to the side of his face. She feels his beard under her fingertips. "John, look at me."