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Chapter Twenty-Four
~ Death the Kid ~
The house was dark as I pushed the front door open. Feeling the slightest hint of warmth grace our presence the moment we stepped inside.
I shut it quickly behind me, as if the cold was eager to consume the entire house, and create a never ending winter inside her veins.
But I grabbed her before that could happen. Not hesitating to wrap my arms around her and take her to the stairs, feeling every inch of her tremble against my body.
"Are you okay?" I asked, pulling her closer towards me.
She nodded, too scared to speak and waste her warmth.
Her hands rested against my waist and my chest, her clinging onto my body causing my heart to thunder and my palms to sweat and shiver from the nerves she created inside of me.
The cold was no longer the only thing that could make me tremble.
I pulled her up the last step and continued to guide her to my room, her quivering fingertips grasping at the collar on my shirt, as if she was scared she'd fall to the ground and crumble within the carpet.
Walking into my room, I hit the switch, hoping that the light brought to our surroundings would bring warmth along with it, but as we walked deeper into the room, everything still felt as heat was just a myth whispered onto the ears of those who craved it.
I sat her on my bed. Her damp shoulders sticking to my palms as I steadied her against the mattress. Her frozen skin stinging at my flesh with every second I was left touching her.
Her blonde her was left stained against her pale cheeks. Glimmering with the rain that still attempted to consume her whole from inside my room. But I vowed from the second we walked through the door that I wouldn't let anything happen to her, and that she was safe with me.
She shivered uncontrollably beneath my fingertips, her teeth desperately grasping at her lips as if it would prevent her from shaking even more, but she was failing miserably.
"Wait here," I said as I cupped her face.
Before she could protest my absence, I was already pacing out of my bedroom and to the bathroom, where I quickly grasped hold of a towel and turned on the shower.
Within seconds the room was steaming with the showers warmth, and echoing with the patter of the water that splashed against the shower floor.
As I turned around, she was already stumbling from my room, her breaths shuddering from her lips with every step she struggled to take towards me.
I wrapped my arm around her back, "come on."
She was light in my arms, and cold against my body but not once did I hesitate with her at my side. I held her as if she were the most fragile of glass, glass that would dare to shatter once brushed against the ground.
"This will warm you up, okay?" I stood her in front of the shower, "I got you a towel and everything."
She looked from the shower to me, watching us both carefully as if we'd be the last two things she'd ever stare at, her hands trembling at her chest with every second she remained standing there.
"You'll be fine," I kissed her forehead. "Just let me go find you something else to wear."
I turned to leave once more, but this time she gripped me by my shirt. Her grasp on my clothing causing the collar to tug at my neck.
She whispered, "don't go."
Despite the warmth of the air around us – I froze.
She proceeded to shiver in front of me, her chattering teeth stinging at my ears with every time she tried to fight it, and with every time she tried to prevent the shivering.
I wanted anything but for her to turn to ice in front of me, "okay."
Slowly, I took her quivering hand. Stepping into the shower as I did so, already feeling the grasp of the water seep into my drenched clothes.
She struggled to smile, the cold from her body trying to consume any form of warmth that existed inside her, but as the corners of her lips turned up, it was obvious that it had failed.
She stepped up with me, warm water grasping at the strands of her hair and pulling them from her face, like everything was already changing for her.
A giggle escaped her lips, and it sounded as if heaven existed inside of her, and was grateful for the warmth that continued to linger inside her body.
I used my hand to brush the dirt from her hair, watching as mud and tiny bits of glass fell to the shower floor, and was quickly consumed by the hunger of the drain.
Placing my thumbs against her cheeks, I brushed the blood from her face, watching as her cheeks turned pink, from every second I remained staring at her face.
She tried to avoid eye contact, but I chased her, chased her to the point she had to look at me.
And her eyes glistened. They glistened like the stars sat behind them, and shone like the the night depended on it, like they were everything the night needed. Like they were everything I needed.
My thumbs were now brushing at her lips, sweeping away the cracked blood that sat against them, and pressing against them softly, as if I were testing the amount of pressure she could handle.
I lifted her face to mine, and kissed her.
And I didn't stop – kissing her.