So I havent really been in this style of writing for a while so please bear with me on the cringe meter but otherwise enjoy
--Like this--
I know that when I went to bed there was no sound.(Other than Chairman Meow ripping up my precious pillows)But as I'm waking now, I can hear sniffling coming from my living room. What the hell?
No one can get past my wards without me knowing. No one even has a key except for me and- alec.
Alec, who went to his moms four days ago. Alec, who has been gone ever since.
Alec who worried my ass off and is currently keeping me from getting the only sleep Iv'e been able to get ever since then. Alec, who is in my living room……….. I leap up from my bed ready to scold his ass when I see him, curled into a ball so tight you'd think he was running from something.
Who was currently shivering like there were ice packs glued to his back. Who was….crying. Tears rolling down his face and soaking into my couch.
"Alec baby" I whisper softly, rubbing his side to wake him up. He starts. Scooting backwards on the couch bumping into the end before realizing it's me.
I can see him quivering in the soft light of the never ending candle I have glowing softly throughout the room. He crawls to me sinking into my outstretched arms. Clinging to me like he's never going to let me go, he buries his face in my chest sobbing. I can see a crack in him. I can feel it as I hold his body. See it when I look into his eyes. Hear it in every heartbreaking sob. I know it's there. Now I just need to mend it.
"Baby what happened?" I ask when his sobs become hiccups, and his iron grip has turned to soft clenches on my back. Alec is silent for a minute before he says:
"My mother killed herself" On the inside my chest is contracting with pain for my baby, but on the out i stay calm.
"Was there a note?"
He whimpers, clenching and unclenching his hands
"Yes." I wait for him to continue "It said 'this is your fault, your are a disappointment"
Oh…….oh……..oohh.
"Oh baby" I scoop him up pressing my forehead against his.
"Listen to me" our chest's are pressed together. And he is practically sitting in my lap now.
"Your mother may have felt things. Ok? But you are you. And no matter what anyone says you are not a disappointment. Baby, you are beautiful" I kiss his forehead. "Caring" I kiss his nose "warmhearted" his cheeks. And with every praise I say about my angel, I give him a kiss.
I tell him that his mother still loved him. I tell him that he was not the reason for his mothers death. I tell him so many things, but in the end I'm just holding him. I'm there for him.
Will always love him.
My angel.
My baby.
My love.
I look down at him in my lap and find that he's fallen asleep. Breathing softly against my chest. I gently lay down on the couch, stroking his hair till his soft breathing lul's me to sleep
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So I know that the story is a little weak, and it always turns out a little different on the paper than in my head. But no worries I will work on my writing technique and I will definitely be writing more fluff shots like these in the future (hopefully better ones) But yall enjoy this for now
-Oxsha