"Gabriel stepped out of the bathroom as he rubbed the towel over his hair with one hand. In the dark room the only light was the gentle blue glow of the moon spilling in through the large window at the bedside. There he sees Kirhu. Sitting silently. Gazing out to the stars and source of light. Lost in thought. As he stared at her, bathed in the soft blue light, he saw her as an angel. An angel dreaming of her freedom. A prisoner held captive with clipped wings. His chest throbbed at the thought of her spreading her wings to fly from him. His heart ached terribly at the image of her leaving his side.
Kirhu was so lost in thought that she hadn't heard the water shut off or the bathroom door creak open. The sudden shifting of the mattress beneath her startled her out of her thoughts. She was pulled back as a pair of strong arms wrapped around her shoulders delicately. She froze. They were light. Gentle. She then felt a soft weight rest on her shoulder. She looked, cautiously, at the source, moving as little as possible. Gabriel was kneeling on the bed holding her. His damp hair tickled her cheek. This gentle side of his scared her even more than any of his previous actions. She was terrified."
"Please..." he whispered, almost too low for her to hear. "Don't leave me..."
Her breath caught in her throat at his hesitant words. She looked back out into the night. Reaching up nervously, her fingers gently brushed against his hand. There her hand remained. Her only answer. Forced freely. She could not understand this man. The only behavior he demonstrated all this time was being a tyrant. Terrifying and demanding. Constantly threatening her with her little brother's life.
Now he was being gentle. Careful. Touching her with tenderness. She was startled again when his fingers curled slowly around her tiny hand. He held on to her softly. As though she was made of the most delicate thing and would shatter at any time. This side of him scared her more than anything else. She was terrified. Scared. Frightened. She had no choice but to remain at his side. Her little brother was collateral if she were to flee. One wrong move and his life would be taken. Though she wore no chains, she was bound. Though she was not kept in a cage, she was trapped. Though she had no wings, she felt as though they were ripped from her back. She couldn't leave.
So why was this man speaking to her with frightened worry in his voice, as though she would fly from him at a moments notice?"
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