Dante`s POV
I woke up with my arms around Zhalia. Her blue hair spilled across her face. She had a light bruise on her forehead. I thought she looked even more beautiful with it. I moved a strand of hair from her face and her eyes opened slowly. Revealing beautiful amber eyes.
"Good morning." I said.
"Morning."
"How are you feeling?"
"Better." I unwrapped my arms and she sat up.
"Careful."
"Dante, it`s fine."
"I know. I`m just worried about you."
"There`s no need to worry. Honest."
"I can`t help it. I don`t like seeing you hurt."
"I know you don`t. But going crazy woun`t help." She kissed my cheek and I stood up from the bed.
"I`m sorry."
"It`s okay. I know you`re worried. Just calm down a little."
"Alright." There was a knock at the door and a nurse stepped in.
"Good morning." She said.
"Good morning." Zhalia said.
"So you are allowed to go home today. Let me just write your perscription and you can go on your way." She wrote something down on a peice of paper and we left.
We got back to the safehouse and Zhalia went right for the couch. I reached into my pocket and my hand found the ring box. I was planning on proposing to her. I just didn`t know the right time. I looked over at her and sighed. I really loved her.
"Dante," Zhalia said "What`s wrong?"
"It`s nothing." I said.
"You sure?"
"Honest."
"Alright then." I sat next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders. My other hand found the box again.
"Tomorrow. I swear." I said under my breath.
"What was that?"
"Nothing." I kissed her head.
"You know. You`ve been acting strange lately. Are you sure nothing`s going on?"
"Yes."
"You can tell me."
"The tables have turned."
"You`re right. I`ll stop."
"Good."