#starblainerps

-- "Benji.” His name fell from her lips with a whisper. Her heart ached at the sight of him, her mind cried for her to turn him away. Weeks without a word and now he stood before her with a silent plea for forgiveness.

Jess never stood a chance, not when her heart belonged to him -  to her stubborn wolf, who undoubtedly stood outside her window long enough for the chill of the night to seep into his bones. She could see the fine tremor of his body from where she sat, blankets wrapped around her slender form.

-- The ache in her chest made her feel hollow. Could a former demon and ‘accidental’ killer truly matter in the world they lived in?

She hoped to hell that they did, that the good that they’ve done - could still do - outweighed the evil things they’ve done. Yet she couldn’t meet his eyes. Not right away, not when she feared that her own doubt would be visible in their chocolate brown depths. “We do.” The words came out weak, in a broken whisper that nearly made her cringe. Clearing her throat, she stilled the nervous twist of her fingers as they toyed with a loose thread on her jacket and lifted her gaze. She met his gaze head on, praying to the powers that be that he would be unable to see the uncertainty that she fought so hard to hide.