Not mine, can only hope! The Conversion bug got to me and I just had to write this!
Some nights, when he's on the verge of falling asleep, he can feel a pulse racing against the palm of his right hand. He wills it to slow and he knows it's not his when he also gets a flash of shocked green eyes. He has a pretty good idea whose pulse it is from the looks he gets when he stands too close to her. But she hasn't said anything, and for that, he loves her.
But the stares follow him through every rooms and her turtleneck... He wants to see it. He doesn't know how bad it is or how red or if it's healed; he just knows that something bruised her porcelain skin and he's pretty sure it's his fault. Because he can still feel the pulse against his hand, can still see the courage, can still feel her presence by his side, always.
But he bruised her and she hides it and never brings it up and stands by his side and for that...
For that, he hates her.