Nora Davis P. O. V

Wiping my shaking hands down my tear stained face, I take in a deep breath to calm myself down.

Alexander will be here soon, I think to myself.

Stumbling out of bed and nearly tripping over the remaining sheets that were splayed all on the ground, I manage to catch my balance just in time.

Going into the bathroom, I cringe when I see my reflection.

My curly, unruly, and matted hair was sticking up in multiple directions and resembled a birds nest.

My face was pale, blotchy and puffy as dark circles framed my eyes which were bloodshot red.

I trudge to the sink and splash water on my face to freshen up a bit but don't bother with my hair or appearance.

Alexander's seen me at my best so he can see me at my worst too.

Going back into the room, I pull the curtains closed, glaring at the stupid window and moonlight for being too bright and not being able to keep it out.

I grab the soft thin blanket and throw it over my shoulders, covering myself.

The warmth letting me seek comfort from the flimsy material.

My movement is almost zombie like as I go from my room and into the little hallway to the living room.

The once cheerful painted walls don't even manage to bring me exactly that, joy and cheerfulness.

I sit on the cold leather couch and wince at how uncomfortable it seems.

Quickly reaching out to the small side table lamp, I switch it on.

Almost instantaneously I relax as light floods through the room, leaving no dark corners unturned.

Making sure all the nightmares that lie in the shadows disappear.

Reaching for the blanket, I tug it closer to me as I bring my legs up, tucking them into my body and resting my head on it.

Where is he? I think to myself sadly.

As the clock ticks, the minutes feel like hours, like an eternity has gone by.

The only thing that can be heard throughout the entire apartment is my ragged and harsh breathing like I've just ran a marathon.

The once comforting silence now seemed deafening in comparison.

I almost loose my mind at the silence and quickly look for the remote to the television.

Cramming my hand into the divider of the cool leather sofa, I wiggle my fingers a bit till I finally feel the hard cold plastic object that is nearly always lodged in between the sofa cushions.

Grabbing it, I aim for the television and turn it on before mindlessly flicking through the numerous channels, mentally not even paying attention.

Finally I randomly pause at a late night sitcom and turn the volume up till the pre recorded laughter can be heard resounding through the entire apartment.

Feeling at ease, I settle back down into my place on the sofa.

The warmth of comfort and sounds of cheerful laughter resounds through my ears as my eyes slowly start to flicker, having an internal fight to keep my eyes open but soon they shut, though I am still awake.

Tired mentally but not physically.

The stress of the situation might have finally caught up to me, taking its toll like it always does.

Finally the sweet sound of a gentle knock on the door reaches my ears alerting me that my savior is here.

Standing up, I head to the door still not letting go of my blanket.

Just before I let Alexander in I look up at the clock, only for a frown to make its way into my face.

Barely twenty minutes had gone by and yet it felt like an entire lifetime.

A sharp, rapt knocking snaps me away from my thoughts and I rush to open the door.

There he stands in a pair of sweats and a light grey tee, his hair ruffled and face lined with worry.

The lack of sleep also making itself known as he too sports dark circles the only thing lacking is the bloodshot eyes.

We nearly match.

Staring at him he does the same to me almost assessing my state.

He opens his arms to me and soon I find myself, seeking his warmth and that cologne that has marked it's way into my brain, claiming itself as his distinct scent.

He pulls me up completely with one arm and manages to close the door with the other, locking it.

Heading over to the couch, he sits down and places me on his lap.

Soft words and sweet nothings are whispered into my ear as he strokes my hair.

I grab onto him as if my entire life depended on it.

Funnily enough I had vowed to myself that I would never let myself get attached to a man and concentrate solely on my work as the only thing a man brought was pain.

And yet here I was feeling like I was being healed from the inside out at his soft kisses on my forehead.

Each one sealing my fate, with him.

"You okay?" He says softly.

I merely nod my head and bury myself into his embrace once again.

"Want to tell me what happened?" He questions again in that soft tone, not wanting to break the atmosphere building in the room.

"I had a dream." I mumbled, "well it was actually a nightmare, a reality." I whisper.

I shake my head as all the images flash back into my mind, beginning to imprint themselves once again.

Sighing softly I do the one thing I know will distract me perfectly,

I kiss him.

And he kisses me back.

No more words are needed as he understands, pulling away.

"It's fine Nora. I'm here, no one will lay a hand on you. No one will hurt you, I swear it." He ushers out hoarsely.

I can faintly hear the laughter still emitting from the television in the background yet I ignore it, focusing my sole attention onto him.

"I believe you."

"You do?." He stares down at me.

I nod in confirmation.

"You saved me once, you came for me. I know you'll do so again."

Alexander lays a single kiss to my forehead as he solemnly nods.

"Damn right." He finally whispers out.

His last words, linger in the air settling around us, a promise he vows to not let break.

I trust him, fully, with everything I have.

And so we both lay there, wrapped up in each other, finding solace in each other as the world continues to bustle around us, as light starts to filter in through the windows, none of us move but we stay there, as one, together.

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