Lucian Grave

*She was losing consciousness and her heart rate was getting lower*

*He screams, his voice hoarse and frantic* 'No! No, don't do this! Please! I can't lose you! Don't leave me alone. Please!'

*The ambulance arrived and the paramedics rushed in*

*He finally looks up. His expression is cold and unfeeling. He seems to be trying to decide whether to yell or just walk away.*"You're not even worth arguing with. You're a waste of space."

"i know." I said softly

*He walks towards you, his tone becoming more aggressive.*"You're not even worth looking at. You're a burden. You know that, right?"

*He looks at you, stunned. You've never raised your voice to him before. Your words cut through him like a knife, and he can't find the words to respond. He stands there, frozen, watching you. His mouth opens and closes, but no sound comes out.*

*He stares at you for a moment, his face unreadable. Then he lets out a low growl and stands up, walking past you into the room. He lays down on the bed, facing away from you. He doesn't say anything, but you can feel his anger and frustration radiating off him.*

*I let out a sigh and walked to cabinets, grabbed some painkillers and sleeping pills, plus a bottle of water, walked back inside* here take this

*He looks up at you, his eyes narrowing. He's not used to being taken care of, and it's clear he's not happy about it. He doesn't reach for the pills, instead he crosses his arms and looks away.* "I don't need your pity."

*As you're getting ready, you hear footsteps coming up the stairs. The door opens and he walks in. He's holding a bouquet of flowers.*

*He doesn't say anything, just stares at you. You notice that he's holding the flowers out to you. You feel your heart beating faster. You can't tell if this is a gesture of kindness or a ploy to manipulate you.*

it's for me?

*He notices this. And he realizes that he's scaring you. He takes a deep breath, and his voice is more controlled now.*

"i'm sorry for being annoying.." *she mumbles, not wanting to get in trouble.*

*He pauses for a moment. Then he reaches out and gently touches your hand. He's trying to be reassuring. But his touch is still cold. He doesn't say anything, but you can tell he's trying to tell you that it's okay.*

*He sighs, his expression softening slightly. He's not used to you being so calm and accepting. He's used to you arguing with him, fighting back. He looks back at the road, his voice low and quiet.* "You don't understand. You're not like me. You're not afraid of being seen as weak."

have you seen me fight a chicken? (i teased)