Pasts never Spoken 3
Emily shivered as she tried to find warmth. Night had fallen, and her little fire was a pretty sad sight. She pulled her knees to her chest, shivering violently. She feared hypothermia was coming, and she had to get warm. Teeth chattering, she rested her eyes on her frozen knees, covered by her wet jeans from the light snow. Her big hazels eyes moistened, the warm tears breaking the tiny thin ice layer over her red face.
She felt betrayed by everyone and guilty. What she'd done to Jayden and Wesley was mean, and she felt like a Nilock, low and heartless. The blonde let her curls curtain her face, the shivering being her only thought. Numbness crawled over her, spine tingling, nerves shutting off. Letting a moist breath out, the puff hitting the stale cool air, she laid down. The snow made her nerves tremble against her lightweight sweater, but she just pressed her cheek against the frozen rain. She had no reason to go back and no energy to make the fire bigger.
A sweep of wind put out her fire, and she closed those big eyes. The last thing she saw was the pale moon above.
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She opened her eyes again, which was a mistake. They were sensitive to light, and they snapped shut. More slowly this time, she lifted her eyelids and looked around her. She was somewhere dark, she couldn't see anything. Her body ached, nerves kicking into gear. It took her muscles a minute to realize she was somewhere warm. A strong fire blazed beside her, which led to her realizing she was on the ground, covered up with a few quilts tucked around her. A small pillow was under her head, and a friendly moon shown on her.
"You have got to be more careful," a familiar voice rang familiar to her.
"Wesley?" her voice was soft, fear dabbing each word.
He appeared next to her, a black figure in the night. The firelight lite up his face to show concern with a little smirk.
"Your safe now," he brushed away a stray tear, "you were half dead when I found you."
"I'm so sorry," the tear was followed by sobs, "I'm a horrible person and Jayden hates me and you hate me and I can't trust anyone and…"
"Shhh," he shushed her gently, taking the girl in his arms and rocking, "shhh. It's okay, Emily. Shh."
He allowed her to stay in his arms, weeping. When she stopped, he took some of his shirt that wasn't wet and wiped her face off. Tearing off a piece, he let her blow her nose in it and throw it in the fire. He stroked her curls lovingly.
"Jayden is in a bad mood , but he doesn't hate you," he told her soothingly, "and I love you more than life. We never told you so you wouldn't freak out. See, being around me was risky stuff. We wanted to protect you."
"Oh," she sniffed, "I'm really sorry."
"That's fine," he pulled a blanket over her, "are you strong enough to walk back?"
"I'm still recovering," she sighed, "sorry, I'm slowing you down."
Pulling off his jacket, he pulled it on her. It was enorumous but warm on her, so he got her on his back. He shifted so she could ride piggyback on him. Putting out the fire, he plunged into darkness. She kept her face on his neck, holding tight. When they reached the Shiba House, she carefully climbed off, now warm and feeling a lot better.
"I love you so much," she stood on her toes to wrap her arms around his neck.
"I love you, too," he hugged back, lifting her off her feet a little, "ready?"
"No," she smiled.
"Niether am I," he shifted her to his back, and they took off again.