Hearing My plea

Hearing My plea

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"You're mad," I quietly said to him, shaking and wet from the rain. I didn't even have the strength to stand. "Of course I'm mad," he said hoarsely. "I'm furious. You're getting weaker. You were improving, and just because you can't see things the way I do, because you want to ignore me just to spite me... you're getting worse." I looked up at him through the tangled strands of hair that covered my face, and I looked straight at him for the first time in days. I looked in his eyes. He was in pain, I could see it, but there was also something else I was hoping to see for weeks. Love. "Peyton," he whispered. "I don't know what to do." "That's... okay," I said quietly. "Just don't leave me." There was no hesitation. "I won't."
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Wolf Eyes

It was his eyes. His eyes held me captive. They contained every emotion that I could ever think of and more. They reflected myself back onto me. My pain, my fear, my sadness. There was even a sliver of the happiness that I used to feel a long time ago. His eyes made me remember everything that had happened in my life up to this point. They also made me forget. They made me forget almost all of the things that were being reflected back at me as well, like my sadness, my fear, and my pain. They made me forget what it was like to feel hurt, to feel rejected, to feel forgotten. He kneeled down in front of me, bringing his beautiful eyes closer, so that I could see the starburst of lighter flecks decorating the iris. "Are you alright?" He asked with a voice as soft as the rain. As soft as the concern he had for a pitiful girl curled up behind the school dumpster in the rain. I couldn't speak. I was too focused on his eyes through my tear-filled gaze. "Did someone do this to you?" His voice had an edge of hardness to it now, like a diamond with a sharp edge. I could only nod. He fell silent for a few seconds, letting the swelling rain be the only sound between us, before he reached out slowly and scooped me into his arms and lifted me up easily. "Don't be afraid, okay? I just have to get you somewhere warm and dry, and I have a feeling you don't want to go back into the school." He said, starting to walk. "You're safe with me." Cover credit to @DeathStar34

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