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I'm in the kitchen when you arrive home. I almost think my ears are mocking me again when I hear that familiar rumble outside. For so many weeks and months I have fooled myself into thinking I hear your car arrive home. I hold my breath and wait for it. When I hear the familiar door squeak I let it out. Usually I'm holding my breath for minutes, hoping to hear the sweet creak of the door as you slam it shut. Then a negative thought hits me. What if it's your brother come to tell me you have died trying to save some random person miles away and he has burned your bones without me. My heart clenches and my breath is gone again.
When the front door clicks and swings open and air fills my lungs. Your short spiked hair appears and I feel like crying. I have missed you so much. I'm always worrying you won't come home unless you're in my arms. Now you have returned and I know I'll be safe, that you will be safe, that we will be together. Your eyes search around our small secluded house for me and you find me, standing in the sunlit kitchen with a dish rag clenched in my hands. The sun bounces off my plain solid gold ring you gave me. The door slams shut but I barely notice. Your green eyes seem alive and happy. I hate to see them dark and sad.
I smirk when I see you wearing your dad's old leather jacket. You haven't worn it in years, as you told me when I found it in a box when you moved in. it suits you better than your father. From what I've seen from old grimy photos, the leather coat seemed to show off that your dad was a killer. On you, it makes you look…well, let's face it, hot!
You take a step towards me while you take off the jacket. I see the flash of your silver and ivory gun but I know you won't use it on me. Your smile cracks and you walk with a swing in your shoulders. Your playful side is out and in full mode. Your brother and I are the only two people that get to see it nowadays. You are so hard and mean looking to the outside world when you are really a softy at heart. It makes me smile at you that you can be yourself with me.
You finally stand just in front of me and I can't breathe again. I keep forgetting the intensity of your eyes. Your regular phone calls don't show me your eyes or let me feel your touch. Its hitting me how much I missed you. My chest heaves and I smile harder. Your eyes search mine for hurt or pain but you end up smiling harder too. Your hands reach for me and I'm suddenly buried against your shoulder. You smell of your car and travel. My hands instinctively go for your strong shoulders and the back of your neck. I cling to your fiercely and you do the same to me, slightly lifting me from the ground. You hold me closer and I finally feel protected.
I knew there was danger if I was with you but I was never afraid. If anything came for me I know you would appear and gank them. We would always end up riding off into the sunset. You are my protector and I am so grateful I found you and you found me. You are troubled but I want to help you through it. I want you to be happy. I want to be with you. I want to just hold you like now and be together. But I know soon, you will pack up the car and ride off into the sunset with your brother in the passenger seat because it's in your nature, your blood, killing people, hunting things, family business.