Limerence - First Write

Fragile Like A Flowe

So, I have a lot of questions." I spoke huddled with the blanket wrapped around my arms, we all sat outside in the backyard with a small campfire, Luke wasn't home. He had gone off to visit my mother. I wasn't interested in seeing her.
"Yeah..." Amie mumbles before taking a slow breath. She wore one of my thick jackets, in the same clothes as the other night. Luper and Bryie sat beside her, I was in a fold out chair next to Mateo who sat on the ground willingly. Under him was a brown and orange-grey patchwork blanket. It reminded me of the one me and my mother made. The orange flames flickered and stayed strong as the rain began to die out. The bright orange-yellow color illuminated all of us around.
"Can someone recap everything we know so far? And when can I see my face?" I clutched onto my warm mug of hot cocoa, using it to heat up my hands. Everyone threw each other looks, Mateo stayed silent and kept his head down.
"Basically, you were addicted to Zayne psychologically and he used his ability to try and alter how you saw him because he hates himself and then decided he did want to be with you because you finally understood you didn't NEED to change to be with him. Atleast, not now, you wouldn't have to. Mateo, Bryie, and Luper are all werewolves, no- they can turn into werewolves, their tribe hates vampires blah blah blah! I'm the best non-living person ever," she added joyfully, "and, Mateo and Zayne, and everyone fought off the freak that had been stalking you from the volturi, he was kind of irrelevant. When Zayne found out Mateo imprinted on you, Zayne tried to basically kidnap you, still not sure if it actually was him or the shapeshifter dude?... Uhm.. Yea! Did I miss anything?" As she speaks, the memories of the previous nights replay in my mind. I'm at a loss for words. Unsure if there's anything missing,I think long and hard. Then that same hint of blood in my mouth comes back.
"My face?"
"Oh, I'll let someone else explain that." Her eyes fall on Mateo. There's a moment full of nothing but silence, the sound of crickets and the flames crackling being the only sound made.
"You got between me and Zayne as I tried taking his fucking head off," Mateo spoke up, "I should have. Instead of reaching him, I lacerated your face." His tone is pitiful and guilty, rising in anger with himself. I take a slow and careful second to comprehend his words.
"So, I guess I passed out due to blood loss?" Amie nods. Mateo stands up quickly and moves in front of me, he kneels down and as he looks up at me. His satin-like hair drapes back as if smooth curtains behind him. His eyes are dark and huge, he pleaded and begged like a worried dog afraid of being abandoned by their owner.
"Ro, I-" His words trip over the next, "I'm so sorry, It's my fault. Now, you're going to be stuck with stitches and scars for the rest of your life because I reacted instead of thinking, and hurt you. I'm supposed to keep you safe? I can't do that if I'm the one you should be scared of?" His words are slowly paced, he takes his time with the un-needed apology. While I only cared about being with him.
"Mateo," I stop him, softly brushing the tips of my fingers along his cheek, he seems to melt into my touch, "Mateo Thorne. You were trying to keep me safe. I jumped in the way and got hurt. It's no one's fault, okay? And so what if I have scars? I survived a bear attack. I went camping alone and was cut up by a bear. And, scars are something I'll get over?" I smiled at him reassuringly, I watched as one slow tear escaped his eyes. I heard the others whispering, then heading inside. Leaving me and Mateo.
"Oh Mateo, it's okay to cry, it's okay to feel bad. But it's not okay to blame yourself." I watched as he slowly lost it, tears spilling down his cheeks, faster and faster. He wept, falling apart at my words.
"I'm sorry." He continued quietly as I got up from the chair, setting my mug down and helping him up. I held him close to me, His head slumped over into the crook of my neck. I felt his hot tears fall down my collarbone. His voice broke as his throat spoke of slow choking. He fell apart like a petal being ripped from a flower, decaying fast and ripping even faster. I listened as he sniffed and huffed, I could tell the guilt was consuming him like a mind flaying rot, from the inside out. Maggots eating at a perfect rose. He thought I was the Rose. I knew I was the maggots.
"It's okay, I still trust you." I spoke honestly, praying my words would hopefully register to him one day. I brung my other hand up to his back and rubbed it gently in an attempt to sooth him, once I did he jumped a bit.
"You know.. Even with your scars, I'll always still love you, Roya Hayes," He cried into my ear softly. This man was so cold and scary when I first met him but now, he's just a soft and caring person. Especially with those he loved. He was a brooding and intimidating figure I was afraid of. In reality, he's just quiet and reserved, afraid of being hurt and hurting others.
"You love me?" I thought to myself, refusing to speak my wonders out loud. I listened as he slowed his breathing, his tears seeming to come to a momentary stop.
"I'm sorry I lost control of myself."
"Stop being sorry, you're human too, still. Feel however you want to feel." He pulled back out of the hug, our eyes seemed to dance with each other's, the tension between us like growing electricity. He took a half-step closer and grazed his hand along my left cheek, He slowly leaned in and I didn't move. My eyes stuck on the shape of his lips, I wanted them on mine desperately. My stomach fluttered with charading butterflies, my knees falling weaker, less stable. He brung his face to my right cheek, kissing over the bandages softly. I took a slow breath, trying to catch mine.
"Mateo," I met him with a smile, "Thank you." He shook his head, visibly confused as his lips parted to speak.
"Goodnight." The words I uttered took their time on my tongue. I turned slowly, leaving the mug and heading inside where I saw Amie and everyone on the couch inside.
"Come on Amie, stay the night?" I suggested as I shrugged reluctantly. She nodded with a proud smile, getting up quick and following me.
"Goodnight boys!" I shouted as I waved them goodbye, heading upstairs with my girl, I listened to the backdoor open as Mateo made his way inside.
"Oh my god dude, what happened?" Amie spoke up in a boyishly-mocking tone.
"What?" I grinned a toothy smile.
"That's what I heard Bryie say, and right now Mateo is saying..." she paused to listen, "I kissed her on the cheek!? Aww!"
"Yeah.." I smile, savoring the freshness of the memory, "It was nice. Really nice, but he did cry. I understand why but I just hope he knows I'm not mad at him." I remember as I enter my room, holding the door open for Amie.
"So you and reading minds?" I ask as I sit down on my bed, tearing the covers down and laying under them.
"Yea... I didn't want to tell you because I wasn't sure if you'd trust me or not."
"Okayyy, and also! Luper being a werewolf-vampire hybrid baby thing? How does that even work!?"
"I'm not sure?" Amie sits down beside me, tearing the sweater off and laying down next to me, the two of us laying on our sides to face one another.
"He can turn into a werewolf, but he also has powers like a vampire would? Maybe you have to speak with him about it?"
"I don't know. But, I am kind-of scared to see my face without the bandages."
"I'm sure you'll look as cool as ever, Roya"
"You're just saying that." I yawn as she continues to disagree. I feel my eyelids getting heavier and heavier, The motivation to move or stay away drains from my body.
"I'm going to bed Amie, Goodnight. I love you." I exclaim truthfully, rolling over.
"Goodnight, I love you too Roya!" Amie eagerly replies, also anticipating sleep, rest.