The tears welled in her green eyes, but she didn't let them spill. She took the back of her hand and wiped them away. No one knew how much that she missed him. Patricia pressed her face into the pillow, and she let out a sob. Her mum was out, and Piper was gone over to a friends. She was alone, and there was no way that she was going to call Joy or Mara. They couldn't help her anyways. Her phone rang, but she ignored it. It didn't matter.
Patricia sighed and looked across the common room at the American. The memories were never going to fade, but sometimes she wished that they would. She bit the inside of her lip. She had cried again after she got home, and even if she had forgiven him, sometimes the tears still prickled in her eyes. She didn't know what was worse, when she lost her father, or when she lost Eddie. She watched as Joy's eyes followed her own as she looked at Eddie again. Joy rasied her eyebrow, but quickled turned back to the book that was in her hands. Patricia nodded, Eddie smiled softly at her, and she smiled back. She didn't know what to think, what to say, or what to do, so she walked up to her room.
She entered the girls bathroom, and looked at herself in the mirror. She shrugged, it didn't seem like there was anything speical. Her red curls hung down to her shoulder's in spirls, pale green eyes round like baseballs, and her skin was slightly tanned, but nothing noticeable to her. She sighed and touched her face. Her eyes looked down to her wrists as she pulled up the sleeves on her jacket. Her fingers traced over the scars. She was ashamed on it now.
"Yacker are you alright?" Eddie pulled open the door, and she pulled down her jacket sleeve, but she watched as Eddie looked into her eyes, and then he looked at her arm, she sighed, he saw before she had the chance to hide the scars on her wrist. He took a step closer to her, his eyes showed hurt as they looked at her. "When did you, why did you," He stopped himself.
Patricia bit her lip and avioded her eyes. Eddie reached over and pulled up the jacket sleeve so he could see her wrist again. His thumb traced over the pink lines, and he glanced up at her again. She had to admit to herself, when someone touched the scars she felt like curling up in a ball, and crying, even if it was Eddie.
"Yacker?" She sat down on the side of the bathtub, and took in a deep breath. "When did you start doing this?" Her eyes traced him as he looked back to the deep cuts on her wrist, some of them were fairly recent.
"It was after I left America, a few days after really," She trailed off a little, her voice fading. Eddie nodded, and took a seat beside her on the tub.
"Patricia why would you ever feel the need to do anything like this to yourself?" He touched her wrist again.
"I-I don't know," The redhead suttered a little bit. "I guess because of my mum, always comparing me to Piper, and then what happened- and- I-I," She stopped in mid sentance.
"Hey listen to me alright," Eddie moved to the floor, and pulled her into his arms. She didn't move from his grasp, but instead she just looked at him in the face. He stroked the bottom of her cheek. "You don't need to do this, look Patricia your beautiful," She blushed as he kissed the top of her head, and then he kissed her nose. "Keep that in mind, okay?"
"Alright Weasel," Eddie smiled.
"Good,"
She stayed wrapped in his arms, until she fell asleep. Eddie smiled down on her as he lifted her up in his arms, he carried the redhead to her room. It was empty as the rest of her roommates were down stairs.
"Night Yacker," He whispered as she planted a kiss on the top of her forehead, but just as he was about to leave her room, she stirred.
"Eddie," Patricia mumbled. "Don't leave me." He smiled soflty, and crawled in beside her, as he snaked his arms around her wasit.
"Goodnight Yacker," He whispered, and fell asleep behind her.