Bit Into Your Love {SAPPHIC}

🩸Mysteries and Mythics (pt.33)🩸

I scoffed lightly. "Sometimes vampires, if I'm feeling...frisky."

Samantha chuckled and nodded, jotting something down.
I let out a quiet huff.

"Cleo...she's perfect, but she just doesn't like to read like I do."
"That's a deal breaker for you?" She asked, mostly joking.

I gave her a half-forced smile in response to her joke.

"I tried to get her to read one of my books once, she was just really slow and clearly not interested. A-and it just made me upset because..."

A sudden sympathetic look plastered across Samantha's face.

"I just felt bad...it was my fault. I'd forced it on her. Maybe she'd have read it if I hadn't been pressuring her so hard, or if I'd just...been nice about it, I guess. Maybe I was teasing her about how slow she was too much, or..." My voice trailed off.

I squeezed the small skull charm between my fingers.

"Did she ever talk to you about it again?"

I shook my head in response.

"I'm sure it just wasn't for her, Marine. That's okay, we all have different interests."

"I-I know...I just-"
I couldn't find the words.

A small pause of silence filled the room.

"I've noticed you seem to analyze things very deeply. Which is great, as long as it's in control." Samantha spoke.

"I overthink," I whispered. "But it's hard not to,"

She nodded, understanding.

I stared at the pot of fake lilacs. "Especially when you're trying to connect with someone about something you love. But you can tell they just don't care as much as you do...like they'll never understand.

"They'll never know it like you know it, the memories you have with it. Sometimes they don't even try to hide how much they're uninterested, and that hurts a lot."

The pit was back again. Samantha was just getting paid to hear me rant. And I was overthinking everything again.

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Cleo and I walked slowly. The rain poured over us, brushing lightly against our skin like gentle kisses.

The hair on my arms stood up, and I tried to rub them to get them warm again, but the friction did nearly nothing.

Cleo looked down at me, before stopping.

"What?" I was shivering.

She hummed and began to dig through her bag, pulling out her jacket. "Come here."

I listened as she gently turned me around by my shoulders. She helped me put it on and zipped the front for me, kissing my forehead. It felt like a motherly gesture, and I loved when she got like that.

I gave her a warm smile and she grabbed my hand as we continued walking.

There was a small park next to our house, it backed up to the small forest. It seemed like wherever I went, I couldn't get away from the forests. But I liked it, I liked our house, it reminded me of my childhood. And I could share the same experience with my children.

The park wasn't anything special, it was swings, a slide, and some sloppy bark chips. There was a neat grassy area across from the hubbub of the park, although there wasn't much on a rainy day.

Cleo brought the blanket from our last date, and set it down under the trees, where the grass was less dewy.

I liked our rain dates, not just because I had to. And had to as in, she would quite literally melt if we did anything different. But I liked them, they felt like us.