writing prompts

Prompt 2 (raven)

Ophelia looked down dejectedly at her hands seeing blood, but now, after the years of therapy, knew it wasn't real. She clenched her eyes tightly closed, trying to ignore the memory associated with such. In the time she breathed, Cole sat at her side. He placed a hand on her shoulder. Her flinch was subtle, but he knew it when he felt it. He sighed, his own thoughts heavy. After everything, him learning her every trauma, then fighting back the monsters in her mind, and the real threats that dragged them across the country, he was defeated. Her next words shocked him.

"Thank you." It was quiet and he believed he himself had imagined it.

"For.." His voice was thick and husky. He cleared it with a swallow, "For what, O?" He asked, using the childhood long nickname that was a preference to her actual, Shakespearian, name. She bit her lip, looking up to meet his eyes. She clearly struggled with her thoughts for a moment, before deciding on her words. Cole watched the way she tensed and relaxed as her anxiety seemed to ease.

"For not being a product of my psychosis." She told him. The words alone made tears threaten his eyes with a blade, the blade being the damaging symbol of his lifelong feelings for her. He grabbed her arm, snatching her close into a hug, making her yelp. She hid her face in his chest. They were bruised, battered, broken, and traumatized. It was over and it was then that he confessed the one secret he swore he would never tell.

"I love you, Ophelia. No matter how damaged you think you are-" She cut him off with a soft kiss in which he smiled into.

"Shut up, I love you too." She told him, making them laugh in the bitter cold. A year of hell, and it was here, at the start, they found Heaven.