@artofbeingperfect // starter // AHHHH I’VE MISSED THEM SO FUCKING MUCH I CANNOT
steps are quick , mason doesn’t waste time in approaching her home - heart thudding inside his chest - knows well enough that something was up , - maybe it’s the text she’s sent him , or the few missed calls - whatever the hell it is he wastes no time in walking in , tries to call her , but she doesn’t pick up - so when he finds the door of her place open , mason only grows worried - a trail of blood on the floor , steps slow - he’s cautious - until he spots a dead body on the floor - and that’s it , that triggers something within him - fuck she can’t be dead - god she can’t be - “ elena ?! where are you ?? elena !! ” he’s shouting her name , walking fast wants to find her - needs to find her alive , and breathing - and he walks through her apartment , doesn’t even bother with the fact that there could be a potential murderer in her home - he needs to find her - and he does , - she’s standing in the kitchen - covered in blood , and momentarily he freezes , watches her - doesn’t say a word. she’s not d e a d. it’s enough for him to move - wrap his arms around her frame , pulling her closer to him. completely ignores the fact that there’s a knife on the table , one covered in blood - he just needs her - needs her to be okay. “ jesus fucking christ i almost had a fucking heart attack thinking you were - ” words are muffled , and he doesn’t allow himself to finish the sentence - pulls back to gaze at the femme , hand lifting - thumb brushing across her cheek , wiping away the few drops of blood there. did she just . . . murder someone ?? he’s not sure , but truth to be told he’s fucked - fucked because he knows himself , knows what he’ll do - and it’s got nothing to do with calling the cops , or running away - it’s the opposite. “ we’ll fix this , i promise we’ll fix this. you’ve got me. ”
