Y/N gets more than she bargained for when getting to know the mystery creature that's been living in her shop silently for the past few years. She never would've imagined the sort of adventure he would lead her to, nor did she expected to be close w...
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Black claws handle the delicate stems of yet another bouquet of flowers sent to me from Phil, setting them up in a blue, glass vase at my beside as I chew my breakfast slowly, staring at them wearily. With the amount he's sent over the past six days, the smell of them all had overtaken the room, but that part never bothered me. It was looking at them that was hard. Knowing who they came from made my heart sink at a simple glance. I choke down the food in my mouth, throat feeling tight, as I lower my head and put down my utensils to bring a hand to the bridge of my nose.
With a small groan, my lips wavered. I haven't had any decent amount of rest since Cain was here, but I haven't seen any sight of him since that night he stayed with me to ask him to help with that again. Probably for the best, anyways. I've been feeling anxious about meeting him again, knowing I'll have to come up with an answer to his offer. A part of me, though... Already knows what's best.
Hunching over, I groan again, earning a pitying look from Ramsey as he collects my tray. Nothing more than two bites were taken out of my meal. I was starving but too sick to eat anything. Nothing is improving. It didn't matter how often Luther visited with Koda or how hard I tried not to think about him, these thoughts keep occurring stronger and stronger as the days go by. In a frustrated rage, I abruptly stand and knock the flowers off my nightstand. The glass shatters across the floor, causing Ramsey's ears to perk as he watched me sink to the floor in hysterics while holding a hand over my aching heart, struggling to breathe.
'End it! End it now!' My thoughts were pleading me, and I couldn't take it. I wanted to take a hammer to my head until I stopped thinking anything. Gripping my arms, I seethe and scrunch up, crying and shaking as a figure knelt beside me worriedly. I could tell Ramsey had no clue what to do for me. He had already given me my medicine, and I knew he was not fond of touching, so I made no attempt to hug him, though I desired it. I had to calm my self down through breathing.
"I'm fine. S- Sorry for the mess. I'll clean it." The familiar shakes his head and reaches out to take my hand so that he could help me back onto the bed. I keep holding a hand over my heart as he picked up the glass and flowers, throwing the shards in the trash. I can't keep this up. I've tried, but now, I can't even stop myself from acting out.
Poor Ramsey has had to deal with the aftermath of these fits, though I always offer to clean them up myself. I suppose he knew I didn't have the energy. At least, he seemed indifferent about it. Maybe... Maybe it is time to end this. My fists clench the fabric of my pajama bottoms, trembling. I don't want to do this, but I don't want to suffer either; however, I don't think I'll take Cain's offer of taking me back to the human realm. No, I'm going to do this my way. As frightened as I might be, I refuse to leave like this, to disappear without a trace. Phil would worry, then— Maybe even try to track me down. I felt ill at the thought of him hunting after me. Whether it would happen or not, my paranoia would never give me any rest with that thought.
