AN: Sorry! It's been a really long while but I feel like writing again to destress. For you guys.
xoxo
White lights and white walls greet my sight as I wake. I slowly move my head to look at the injuries but judging by the fact that I have no bandages anymore, I'm fully recovered. But somehow, I still feel it all there. Sitting up, I look around to see the beds empty, looks like I'm the last one to recover due to severe injuries. Groaning and internally hating myself, where did I go wrong…? Oh right. That car ride and everything else.
As soon as I got home, locking the door was pointless by now since he always found artistic ways to break in. It's only a matter of time that I hear that maniacal laugh and to look into those glowing eyes.
"Uhm…"
I spoke too soon. I flinched and scanned around the area for the source of the sound only to find him there sitting on the couch with his head down, fiddling his fingers. I feel the rush of panic all over me as I start to shake and couldn't find the sanity to form a word. I back away but thanks to the clack of my shoe, he turned to my direction with worried eyes.
"Please wait, Flakes. I-I swear I didn't mean to…" I shut his voice out as he trails on with apologies that I've heard of a thousand times before.
"I-If you're r-really s-s-s-sorry…. Y-you'd stay a-a-away… Please…" I feel the hotness of the tears forming in my eyes starting to trail down my face.
He slowly started to stand from the couch with a hand behind his back and started to approach me. Shit. Did I hurt him? Fuck please stay away. Fuck. Fuck. Fu- Flowers? I stared wide eyed as he extended out his arm from a reasonable distance just to show me a calming bouquet of lilacs.
"Please accept my apology…" he pleads with those emerald eyes.
But I find myself to be in fear of those too for some reason. I slowly take the flowers from his hand and turned my back to him to find a vase I could put these in. He just stood there, watching me pour water onto the vase and settled the flowers into the vase. Still paying no mind to him, I heard a thud and looked at his direction only to find him kneeling on the floor with his head down. I only hear him mumbling some words that I couldn't comprehend so I walked to him with caution.
His mumbling ceased when I stood just an arm away from him. He looked up at me again with sincerity in his eyes and they followed me still as I slowly kneeled to be on eye level with him. He's just there, staring and gaping at me.
"You've got your friends… your hobbies… your job and a good life…" he sobs," I only have you."
I exhaled with a heavy heart. That was too much. But this has to end, then again, I can't bring myself to. Not like this.
I still can't bring myself to talk. I reached for his hair and caressed his soft locks, then trailed my hand down to his cheek and stroked my thumb on it. Eye contact never broke till he closed his eyes. We stayed like this for a while. But I feel a sense of danger lurking and just waiting somewhere.