She walks out of her mother's room and closes the door quietly not to wake her up. Her mom had told her that it was just a scratch and nothing more. But she insisted to stay this night with her. Not to mention that it was raining and she needed to sleep in her room tonight. But she didn't say the last one.
She puts the kettle on and wraps the rope around her as she walks out of the kitchen. Nothing catches her sight as she walks to the living room, still, she stops in the middle and her eyebrows get furrowed.
For some reason she turns around and looks at the front door. When she sees nothing she gets closer to the door. She notices a figure sitting on the porch steps and it doesn't take her long to notice his hair.
She chews her lips and considers walking back to the living room, drink her coffee , cuddle in her favorite seat and get warm while he sits under the rain.
She shakes her head and huffs angrily as she walks to the door.
The voice of the door cracking open startle him and he rises on his feet in a second, almost stumbling on the stairs while doing so.
She doesn't talk at first, nor glare, which surprise him. She only stares with one of her hand on the door knob.
He feels his skin burning under her gaze, never mind the rain. He presses his lips and puts his hands in his pockets.
His eyes wander around for a bit before finally falling at her.
"I didn't mean to bother, I was just... walking and it started to rain."
His voice is low and kind of embarrassed. He knows it's lame excuse, since he's a vampire and can walk under the rain just fine. Not to mention the real question which is why was he walking around her house. Not that he was thinking about her words of course.
She doesn't talk either. And he feels more like burying his face in the sand.
"I'll just leave." He whispers as he looks down.
She feels a knot in her throat when he starts to turn around. The need to say something eats her mind. But what can she say after literally telling him that she hates him?
She opens her mouth, but closes it in instant when he turns around again. The confusion on his face obvious as crystal.
He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. And her eyes wander between his furrowed eyebrows and his parted lips. His face is asking million questions, and she knows them all. Can say them out loud if he wants, but she surly can't answer them.
She can't tell him where they stand. She can't tell him that no, she doesn't hate him. Not even a bit. She can't tell him whether he has a chance or not. She can't tell him that she feels terrible for being the cause of his pain and she can't tell him that she wants to hug him right now.
So she waits. And god, those five seconds feel like ages.
"It's raining."
It comes out as a whisper. His eyes full of hope, hope that he still has a chance. His lips curve into a smile as he waits.
Her heart skips a beat when her mind makes the choice, mentally worried of how vulnerable she is. However, she manages to sigh with such annoyance as she takes a step back, opening the door for him.
"Come in." She says without looking at him, and she realizes it was a good idea to avoid his gaze right after she does the opposite thing.
His look isn't victorious. It's pure hope shining from his eyes. And it hurts her, because she doesn't want him to have hope.
She wants him to give up and walk away. He used to be so good at it days ago.
She wants him to know, and believethat she hates him. Because maybe if he believes that, she believes it too.