I actually...really like this one for unknown reasons.
"What do you see in me?"
A sliver of light fell across the bedsheet, a stark blue-white in the blackness. She watched from narrowed eyes through the fringe of her lashes as the light slowly slid across the body of the boy next to her. The white band touched his arm, slung casually over her waist, then smoothed over the curve of his bare shoulder, before the edge of it just barely moved up the line of his jaw, light slicing across his sleeping face.
She studied that face, only inches from hers. Her eyes roved over his skin, bleached marble by the moonlight, over the swell of his lips, over the spikes of his black eyelashes against his cheek. She knew that if he were to open those eyes, they would flash crimson at her, a deadly, bloody shade. She knew that if he parted those lips, lips she had tasted, then behind them would be a set of serrated teeth, ready to curve into a dangerous smile.
His body was radiating heat against hers, but still she felt cold. Even with his hands lazily holding her in his slumber, pulling her to him, she felt seperated, as if she was watching this from afar. For a moment she wished fiercely that he would somehow sense that she was awake and that he would wake up too so that she wasn't quite so alone. But the peace didn't leave his face, and he slept on.
Sometimes she was certain that if she closed her eyes, he would disappear. She would wake up, the only person in the bed, without even his physical presence to chip away at the lonely space in her chest. Because if there was one thing that the people in her life were good at doing, it was leaving her. And what reason could she even give for them to stay?
"What do you see in me?"
It was that question that spun through her head at times like this, that question that wormed it's way into the bed and shoved in between them, spreading out it's limbs and latching onto her. Because he was beautiful, beautiful in a way that sometimes shocked her, whereas she was wallpaper, fading away in the sun. It simply couldn't be possible that he wanted her. Could it?
He shifted in his sleep, his arms automatically tightening around her body. His nose brushed against her cheek and he exhaled slowly, and in his breath, she almost thought she heard a name.
"Maka..."
Her eyelids fluttered, and she felt his lips against her skin, and she wondered if maybe she was afraid to be happy.
She closed her eyes, and he didn't disappear.