ALICE
Morning drifts over my room in slow strokes, , nothing like the storm that lived in me through the night.
I stayed curled under my sheets for hours, staring at the ceiling, replaying everything .
Leonard’s voice kept slipping back into my head, looping, tugging, scraping tiny sparks across my chest.
I hadn’t expected him to try and mark me like that. Not so soon. Not when we barely understood what we were becoming.
Everything between us felt like it had raced ahead of me. I hadn’t even fastened my shoes, and somehow we were sprinting.
And that's what I did, I sprinted out of the room before I could think, draping just an oversized coat over my body.
It was like my brain had frozen the moment I felt his canines on the crook of my neck.
I still don't understand why he tried
