Would You Hate Me Then?

It Feels, Right

Soft inhale, eyes fluttering open, gaze fixed upon the door to my room. I sat up slowly, slightly confused from falling asleep. I wasn't even tired, yet I fell asleep... strange feeling, to fall asleep with ease. Shaking my head from side to side with a humorless laugh I slid off the side of my bed, and sauntered to the bathroom. Flicking on the light with my pointer finger not caring to shut the door. I proceeded to strip down before turning on the shower, and tossing my clothes in a laundry hamper. Meanwhile as I waited for the water to heat up I took out the contacts in my eyes. With a quick inhale, and long exhale I finally peered up... eyes locking onto my reflection's haunting gaze. Used to be I was just a monster on the inside, now? Now everyone can see me for what I truly am, a freak.

I retreated from my reflection to the shower, taking my sweet time washing off. Despite my focus on what I was doing my mind wandered off to the corners of my brain playing host to random memories. Some with Wesker, some with Jill, and others with... Nickolas. I tried to concentrate on anything, everything else, but my head decided otherwise. I recall meeting Wesker for the first time. I recall why I met Jill. And I remember who made it all possible. The irony is, if Nickolas had not done what he did... I wouldn't have joined the agency, wouldn't have fought Wesker, or sought out Jill for help. I'm unsure whether I'm glad what happened allowed me to get here, or flat out disappointed... but I guess like always it doesn't matter. The past can't change, all it can do is haunt you.

Sighing as I turned off the shower I paused, lingering despite the absence of water. Closed eyes, heart throbbing with unease as I run my fingers through my soaking wet hair... ringing out the water when my hands reached the ends. Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale... eyes open, blinking away the remaining water droplets upon my eyelashes. The scent of soap overwhelms my nostrils as I just, breathe. Knock, knock, knock. "Just a minute," I raised my voice. With another sigh of my breath I quickly dried myself off, and found some clothes to wear. Classic size too large white button down with grey sleep shorts.

"Everything alright?" I chuckled at his tone of concern before marching over to the door, and opening it. Wesker stood head slightly tilted to the side with a deep vermilion button down tucked into black dress pants. I smirked with a small laugh to myself, noticing a trace of cologne emanating from him. "May I come in?"

"No," I teased, leaning on the door, "I think I'll just have you stand there for a few more moments." Wesker, Albert, chuckled softly with a smirk as he rolled his eyes humorously. "How nice of you to get all dressed up for me," I pointed out.

"Oh," his expression fell for a moment before he smiled as though he were nervous. "Just, figured I'd shower before I..."

"And you brought a bottle of wine to top it off," I locked my gaze on his as he tried to calm his seemingly nervous nerves... funny how even Wesker, Albert, can be just like everyone else.

"I figured you wouldn't mind," he paused, eyes trailing down and up shamelessly. "May I come in now?"

"Only if you say please," I narrowed my eyes, playfully smirking up at him.

"Please, my Anastasia, won't you let me come in?" I raised my brows, faking as though I were thinking intensely on the matter.

"I suppose you could come in... for a while," I stepped off to the side so he could enter. Wesker... You mean Albert... approached me, planting his feet in front of mine.

"Well Miss Wilder, just how long is a while?" He inquired, lip quirking up at the end as he grew closer.

"That depends, how long are you planning on staying?"

"As long as you let me," he answered within a heartbeat. I let a small silence grow between us before continuing the unnecessary banter.

"Does that mean I can kick you out of my room whenever?"