My heart sped up and I slowly turned around. He was calmly walking to me, dressed in sweatpants and a light blue shirt making his eyes pop out. I didn’t know where to look, so I looked down at my sock covered feet.
“Violet,” Derek called, I looked up to see him a few feet in front of me. He looked tired, his hair was disheveled, and he had small bags under his eyes.
“Yes,” I cautiously spoke.
He sighed, relieved at the fact that I spoke to him. “Violet, listen this might be a lot to ask, and I know you said I should leave you alone but, please Flower, can I sleep with you tonight?” he asked.
My eyes widened, cheeks burned and my mouth parted in shock.
“I, um…” I trailed.
“I understand if it’s a no, I just…” he paused, “I don’t know how your wolf is feeling during all of this, mine is restless and I am as well, I just… please?” he desperately let out.
My heart throbbed at his tone, I threw my bitterness towards him out the window for a moment. I’m not forgiving him. I can’t be rude to him, he’s hurting, that’s not right. It might be hypocritical but-
“I promise I won’t try anything,” he added, easing me.
I shyly nodded looking down, “okay…”
He muttered something under his breath, “oh, thank you Violet!” he told me.
I nodded again and turned to walk to my room, he followed behind, and when I got to the door he opened it for me. I gave a small smile and walked in.
“Um you can g-get ready, I’m just g-going to finish up,” I told him and set my water bottle on the nightstand and walked into the bathroom.
I closed the door and washed my face, still with no mirror to see how I looked. I reached under the sink, grabbed some bandages, and wrapped my wrists, as instructed by Reseda. They weren’t healing, they were dark, and a thin layer of skin covered them, Reseda explained that my healing was slow and Selene told this would happen because of Sage in shock.
I walked out of the bathroom, turning off the light, and turned off the bedroom light. I carefully made my way to my side of the bed, making sure not to run into anything. I crawled under the covers. It was dark.
I laid down and closed my eyes. It was quiet for a moment.
“Flower,” Derek whispered, cautious if I was asleep.
“Yes?” I whispered back.
“Can you come over, I want to hold you. If that’s okay with you,” he asked.
I shyly shuffled to where he was and laid next to him, my head by his shoulder.
It was again quiet.
“What’s your favorite color?” he asked in a hushed tone.
It seemed odd that the same man who berated me wanted me to lay by him and tell me about my favorite things.
“Blue,” I rushed out. He wrapped one of his arms around my shoulder and rubbed it.
“Mine is brown, if you aren’t comfortable, just let me know,” he responded.
“I’m g-good,” I was quietly debating on asking the next question, apprehension filling me.
“You can ask me whatever Flower, I won’t mind,” he picked up on my feeling.
“I just don’t want to c-cross a boundary,” I explained.
“It’s fine, Honey,” he assured me, giving my arm a light, reassuring squeeze.
No, I’m not gonna ask. We aren’t even that close.
“No, it’s fine, I’ll a-ask another time, um… what’s your favorite food,” I asked, changing subjects.
He turned me so he was spooning me, my back pressed to his chest, arm warped around my waist.
“Hamburger hotdish, yours?” he said, lowering his voice. “Is this okay? Don’t hesitate to tell me, I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
I shyly nodded. My hands mindlessly traced patterns on his hands, “I like…” I thought, not ever really having the luxury when it came to preferring a certain food, “I don’t really have a-a preference…” I mumbled, my eyes getting heavy.
He hummed. “Do you have any hobbies?”
“I like to c-cook…” My breathing became even and I was slipping into a slumber.
“Goodnight Flower,” he whispered as he kissed my forehead.
“Nigh…” I didn’t finish my sentence as I slipped under, but right before I was consumed by the blackness I heard Derek:
“I’m so sorry my Flower…”