She sat there and cried over and over again, until her body finally gave up, falling asleep right there on the floor, with her forehead pressed against the door.
Seeing her like that made my heart twist in pain. She was afraid of me, of what I was. And she was right, that was what I was. That was what I really was to her. A monster. A cold-blooded monster...
I took so many lives before and didn’t care about any single one of them, because all I really cared about was satisfying my primal urges.
I thought that humans were just supposed to be our prey, nothing more. And yet, she managed to make me think otherwise, and all that just with a single look.
A single look changed my entire way of thinking.
The way she looked at me the first time we met made my heart melt. She looked so small and fragile, so helpless and yet, so beautiful...
And now she was afraid of me...And I hated it. I didn’t want to be like that. Not anymore. I wanted to show her that I could be different, only for her.
A small whimper broke the silence, pulling me out of my thoughts and I looked back to her, noticing it came from her, judging by the sudden frown now creasing her soft features.
Is she having a bad dream? I wondered, noticing how her bottom lip quivered, like she were on the verge of crying.
I quickly moved towards her and knelt next to her, then slid one arm under her knees and the other behind her back and picked her delicate frame up from the floor, while she was still sleeping and even snuggled closer to my chest, to my surprise.
I stood there for a few moments, hesitating, wanting to hold her close for a few more moments, before I quietly exhaled and walked towards the bed, gently placing her on it and tucking her in, giving up my wish.
I then walked around the bed and slowly laid next to her, but not too close, careful not to bother her, or touch her again.
She looked so peaceful now and I could hear her heartbeats and breathing become more even and slow, unlike moments ago.
I laid there still for a while, admiring her perfect features, the glossy colour of her hair and her long, curved eyelashes, before she suddenly took me by surprise, moving closer and snuggled next to me, burying her face into my shoulder.
I tried to slowly move away, but she instantly wrapped one arm around my waist, making it practically impossible.
“Maddie, I’m cold,” She mumbled in my shoulder, whining a little, then tightened her grip and tried to pull me even closer.
I know I should’ve moved away and let her have her space, because I certainly wasn’t Maddie -whoever that was- but having her body so close to mine felt so good, making me feel so selfish that I even turned on my side, my body now facing hers, allowing her delicate frame snuggle deeper into my chest and wrapped my arm around her waist, holding her close.