Scarlett
235 Words
His wound isn’t bad. The men before him had worst injuries. His hair is so soft to the touch. I just want to comb my fingers through it. To feel the strands running through my fingers. To see if it is as smooth as it seems. I want To wrap it around my hand and pull his head down for a kiss.. wait no.. no kissing.
What is wrong with me? Why am I just healing him and not saying anything? It’s official I’m losing my mind. It’s because of him! Why does he have to be so.. so.. so beautiful! That hair, those tattoos (which I haven’t even gotten a good look at yet) and those eyes. Those evergreen eyes hiding so much..Pain?anger? Joy? What is he hiding? I need to say something.. anything before I look like a complete idiot
“Hey stop calling me mate! What if someone hears you? And I’m done healing you. I’m leaving,please keep this a secret. Goodbye”
I start Turning to run away. Unfortunately, my heart is already starting to beat faster and break at the same time at the thought of leaving him. I take a significant breath in. Trying to hold his scent with me long after I leave this room.I get in one step before pain shoots through my skull and everything starts to go dark.
What..what is going on? Why..w-why..
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