- HAZEL -
My heads shoots towards the window and my lips fall slowly ajar as I stare at his mansion through the driveway. It’s been a long ass while since I’ve been here. I nearly forgot how huge this place is. I nearly forgot the comfort this place gave . The love I received here. It’s all hitting like a wave along with what have beco of .
Of us because of .
Killian parks his car. I remain seated in, pondering on a lot of things. My door cos open. This makes look up at him in awe. Never did I expect him to do that. Killian is not pissed at yet I wonder why. I’m the one giving the attitude. The cat’s out of the bag already yet I’m still being a thick bag of flour, dense and stupid.
“Thank you.” I mutter, taking off my seatbelt and putting both my legs outside first. The mont my sealed feet touches the ground, I get up, using his stretched hand for support.
“You can go inside, I’ll bring your things in.” Killian says then closes the door.
“I-“ I start. I’m not comfortable walking in.
“I took out the caras. It wasn’t long till I realised. I don’t know if this will help you feel better, but I am deeply sorry about everything Hazel. This whole fiasco was my mistake.” Killian sounds sorry. He sounds troubled and plagued with guilt. Now I feel guilty. I chose to leave him when it ca down to it. I chose to not let him know about it. It was all my doing because I thought I was smart enough to keep us both safe yet when it ca down to it, it’s the other way around. He knows and he’s still alive. My family are too.
For now.
I let out a sigh. Was that all empty threats? I don’t know. I can’t tell. It’s way too early to accept anything. “It’s okay.” I breath, matching his suave tone. “It’s not your fault.” It was who made it hard for him from day one. I feel so stupid but it’s way too early to begin to regret anything. I turn my back to him, walking to the entrance. I still have my key to this place. I let out a sigh. My eyes begin to water and I’m trying so hard to hold the tears in so he doesn’t catch crying. That’s the last thing I want.
We still need to talk about how unsafe I am. I turn back to face the man holding my luggage and walking towards . “Killian. . .” I call, my voice a very low whisper. Despite this, he heard . “Thank you.” I breath. We didn’t exactly talk throughout the drive. Neither was I welcoming earlier when we t. I don’t know what’s wrong with .
A half smile forms on Killian’s face. He winks at . This makes my heart race faster in my chest for a reason I don’t know and my cheeks burned. I imdiately face forward, clearing my throat. This is the fasted mood change I’ve had that I rember. One mont, tears are begging to fall down my cheeks and the next, I’m blushing hard by the minutest thing the person who should hate the most right now, aside Asami, did.
“Do you mind stepping aside? I want to get the door open.” Killian hums. His voice is deep. Having him stand by my side suddenly gives a recollection of what transpired between the two of us in his office. I’m starting to question how ‘safe’ I am alone with him in his house. I swallow.
“I-“ My words hook in my throat. I gulp. “I have a key.” I say to him, bringing it out from my pocket. I don’t know why I thought it wise to bring this with . I always thought I’d return it because of the stunt I pulled when Asami was on my neck yet I held onto it and I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because it was the one thing that made feel welco in the hell I put myself through by distancing myself away from him.
“Please, be my guest and do the honours.”
I dip my hand into my back pocket and take out the key. My hands sure are taking their ti dipping it in the key hole. For so reason, they’re quivering.
“I would like you to be quick with that.” Killian murmurs in my ears, his breath hard on the back of my neck.
“I’m trying.” I croak back at him. A deep chuckle sends shivers down my spine.
“Maybe it’ll be faster if it’s not upside down.”
My face drops as I hear that. No wonder it didn’t go in. My cheeks flush with embarrassnt and I turn the key then dip it in. The mont the door unlocks, I push it back then step to the side to let him pass in freely.
“Thank you.”
Yeah, sure, you’re welco. . .
Even after he was long gone, I stood outside. I don’t know if I deserve to just waltz in. Guilt and regret is dawning hard on . He welcod into his ho after everything. I know I told him to hang on but even I won’t be so forgiving. Killian is everything I could ever ask for and just the thought that I’m taking it for granted sickens .
“You can stand out there for as long as you want.” Trails into my ears. “Just let know when your legs get tired.”
My brows crease. To think I was feeling sorry for how I treated this human leaves in awe. I step in, closing the door silently behind .
“Make yourself feel at ho.” He says.
Ho. I used to call this place ho. Him being here made it more of a ho to . Being with Killian made know that ho is simply not the building but the person you share it with. Because one can dwell in a place and live there yet feel so empty. Staying away from him was hell. I felt every bit of it in my eyes. I could barely be myself.
“How can you accept so easily?” Leaves my mouth before I could process the words. Killian walks in front of , a tumbler in his hand with a yellowish liquid inside, filling it half way. The scent makes know what it is. Brandy.
He takes a sip, staring right at , deep in my eyes before letting out an exhale. Killian doesn’t say a word though.
“How can you be so. . . forthcoming. Willing to take back?” I push.
I want an answer. No, I need one. One day, I hope my stupidness doesn’t make lose him for good.
“What do you possibly want to hear?” He questions, his eyes glinting with rage. This makes a sharp breath leave my lips as I study his features. His jaw is tightened and chiseled at always, the hand housing the tumbler clutches tightly around it and from his form, I can tell he’s rigidly standing there, keeping his distance on purpose.
I swallow. Staring at him now, he looks. . . dangerous. . . Scary.
“The truth.”
Killian scoffs. “Because I gave you my word that I will.” He brings the tumbler to his mouth and sips out of it.
Is this supposed to break or make feel better? I don’t know. “And if you didn’t?”
Killian returns his attention to . “Hazel, it’s you and . It’ll always be, rember that.” He walks up to . Even if I wanted to move, my feet glues the floor so I can’t. My head cranes higher to et his gaze as he stands in front of . Killian crouches, his index finger reaching underneath my jaw to hold my face up. “And you can’t get rid of that easily.” He says to . I feel his lips hover over mine and close my eyes. Nothing happens. “And you can’t get to touch you so easily too.” This makes my eyelids slid open again. Killian withdraws his face backwards, assuming an upright posture. “Allow to right my mistakes, Моя
[ Translation: My darling. ]
I stand there and watch him walk away. I don’t know what I was expecting but it wasn’t this.
The mont Killian’s form was no longer in sight, I begin to think. A thought drops in mind.
Wait. . .
When did Kate say she’s coming again? Because I can swear those two weeks have nearly been exhausted. If not completely.
A/N: RRY CHRISTMAS READERS!!!
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