( malice. so much malice from her – ) ;
( SHE DESPISES YOU , WRETCHED BOY ) ;
— Calm blood eyes stare in her direction, the long-dead gaze of them half-lidded, aching. He doesn’t make a move ; his body is stiff, FROZEN ; just like how he had been laid in the box, buried under TAINTED soil & hellfire. He has been LONG-DEAD, yes, a dead thing WALKING ; the demon that dwells inside his mouth is curdling but the boy replies sullenly, somewhat with slight CHILDISHNESS in his tone :
❝—I am.❞ ; ( THERE ARE NO OTHER WOLVES LIKE ME !
KILL HER, BOY, KILL HER & GET IT OVER WITH ! )
– ❝I do love you. But–..you always just RUN away from me. You know?❞
– His hands clench against his chest ; he is so, so very tired -
— ❝You—-just don’t WANT to believe me–❞
HER breath caught in her throat. He wasn’t lying, no, not at all. She had avoided the truth all along, she’d done the same thing Uranai had done to her; to DENY his feelings & banter on about it as if it were a fictional masterpiece would never drive his heart from her.& it was something about hearing it from him, that shook her from the core. To see his body RETRACT from her was heartbreaking & she struggled to keep her distance, because the thought of him alone was enough to stir her insides. The memory of his nails digging into her hips, ripping pleasure through her muscles with the lick of his tongue; she couldn’t IGNORE his presence in her life.
BUT THEY WERE LIKE THE WAVES; LETHAL, YET SO EASILY BROKEN.
& she couldn’t take it anymore; she couldn’t lie much longer. Kera understood well, now, what Alex meant to her; SHE COULDN’T LIVE WITHOUT HIM. So she closed the gap between the them, a soft frown gracing her flushed cheeks & she let her fingers brushed against his chest first ( it’s a HESITANT move, a shyed question for consent ) before her fingers splayed across his chest. She moved closer until her body rested against his & her forehead stayed pressed against his chest as her eyes fell shut. & just like that, she fell apart in front of him.
THE sound of her voice tremored as she spoke, a sense of dread falling over her shoulders ( like a royal cape; she was crowned QUEEN of loneliness. ) ❝I know,❞ she whispered, a faint sound, that it was, ❝I know I run away every time & I’m sorry. I’ve always been so SCARED, & being a loner just… it’s natural for me to run. & it’s not that I don’t believe you, Alex–
❝I’M JUST AFRAID TO ADMIT THAT I LOVE YOU TOO.❞
