I keep waiting for the pain. But it doesn’t come.
Her scent is sweet. Like strawberries. I think I like strawberries. I don’t know for sure. I can’t remember.
But if strawberries are like her, then I like strawberries.
“You have really pretty eyes,” she says.
Pretty?
No. She’s wrong.
Disgusting. Ugly.Beast. Monster.
Not pretty.
She’s pretty.
Red hair, bright green eyes. Kind eyes.
“I’m sorry if I talk too much,” she says. “I’ll be quiet now.”
A growl rises from my chest, and I bare my teeth.
No. I like her talking.
Please keep talking to me.
But the wordsdon’t come out.
She looks at me, her eyes going wide.
“So you don’t want me to be quiet?” She asks.
I growl again.
She pouts as she runs her hands through her hair. Her hands are tiny. Like the rest of her.
“Sorry, I should ask a better question. I think you’re telling me you want me to continue talking, right?”
I dip my head once in a nod.
She smiles at me.
I want to burn that sight into my brain. I want her to look at me like that forever.
She’smine.
I’ll kill whoever takes her away from me.
“Oh my God, you nodded! That’s fantastic! I’ll keep on talking then. Some people think I talk too much, but if you’re cool with it, I’ll talk enough for the both of us.”
She continues to gently wipe my face.
“You know, when I first started hearing things about you, I was pretty scared. But you’re not actually that scary, now that we seem to have an understanding here.”
Her touch feels nice. Real nice.
It cuts through the angry fog in my brain. It’s like I can finally breathe. Finally see. Finally smell.
