-Ezekiel POV-
In the centuries that I have been alive and after Eleanor, I never thought that I would have these kinds of feelings for anyone again. But here I am, holding in my arms the woman who is quickly rooting herself into my heart. She sleeps and all I can do is watch her.
This sweet girl is becoming someone I don’t ever want to part with.
I cares her scarred cheek.
Her scars are serious, and I know she hates them. The only reason they bother me is because I can imagine the pain she went through but I don’t care about the scars. That doesn’t take away how I see her or feel about her.
She starts to fuss in her sleep and then her face scrunches in pain while her hand moves to her stomach where the black mark is.
My eyes widen. “Oh no.”
Her medicine is completely gone. Go
