I LOVE YOUS

LUCIEN’S POINT OF VIEW. The house was silent again, as the hollow noises in my soul quietened with a dull ache. I wanted to scream, to fight, to break something, but instead, I silenced the roar of my demons and chose to welcome the soft caresses of Sloane’s hands against my back, as well as her soft kisses against my cheek. The silence in the mansion didn’t feel soothing. No. It felt like something had snapped, or broken, and no amount of air would fucking fix it. “How do you feel?” She asked, her voice soft and low, as she rubbed my back softly. I turned to her and stared into the blue eyes that were a small shade lighter than those of my mothers. They were part of what I loved most about her. Her eyes. They looked like the perfect shade of ocean water, the kind that you wanted to dive into and get lost in for all eternity. Not because you wanted to die, but because you knew that the waters would soothe any ache you suffered from. “Sloane.” All I could say was her name. No. Scratch