My heart blossoms, searching through the garden.

My flower that stands unshaken in the cool air of the night.

She looks at me graciously.

She touches me gingerly.

Her love lies uncertain for me.

Something to see, something touch, something love.

—𝘌𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘴

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Elias POV

"Good night, Ambrosia"

Ambrosia.

God that name, it was beyond stunning to me. It perfectly matched her delicate features and her flirtatious qualities.

Ambrosia had fallen asleep beside me, her soft lips parted slightly as she breathed.

I stood up slowly and rushed to a bookshelf in the corner. I turned and leaned up against it.

She was still asleep.

I ran my hands through my hair. I felt like a complete idiot stuttering like that.

I practically couldn't function around her alone, knowing my true desires.

She shouldn't have come here, not tonight. I tugged my hair and groaned looking at her again. I couldn't help but engrave her sleeping face into my mind.

I already knew it was her who walked into the library, I could tell by the sound of her steps. When I looked at her, she looked distressed. Her eyes were red and puffy.

Was she crying?

She looked so helpless and I wanted nothing more but to cherish her in my arms and whisper in her ear.

"I need to take her to her room" I mumbled softly to myself.

I cautiously walked over to her and carefully picked her up into my arms.

My hands were trembling as they ran over her warm skin.

Ambrosia shifted as I picked her up bridal style and turned inward placing her hand up against my chest. I swear I could have collapsed at any moment.

As I walked out of the library and up the stairs I began mentally arguing with my conscience, again.

What do you think you're doing.

I'm just putting her to bed, nothing else!

Look at her, she's angelic.

You don't think I know that...

Can you smell it her scent, her sweet aroma?

I tried to glance at Ambrosia for a second but I just ended up staring as I got to the top of the stairs.

Her head was tilted exposing her neck while the shirt was stretching up on her body, revealing more skin.

I had successfully made it to her bedroom and placed her on her bed. She smelled so fresh and sweet like honey.

The moment I laid her on her bed her eyes opened to meet me.

"Elias?" Ambrosia breathed. I bit my lip at the sound of her drowsy voice.

"Stay a little bit," she said weakly grabbing my arm while her eyes wearily wandered around the room. I could see the fear flash through them.

Without even thinking I fell onto the bed next to her and laid on my back staring at the ceiling. Ambrosia turned on her side and I could feel her eyes on me. My heartbeat pulsated through my body and my breathing faltered.

I closed my eyes I wanted to hold her so badly. Half of me wanted to feel her and savor her warmness.

The other half of me was screaming internally.

Finally after almost fifteen minutes of playing possum Ambrosia's grip slipped signaling she was asleep. I silently got out of her bed and crept out of her room.

I made my way back to the small library and I automatically felt another presence in the room.

"Mother what are you doing?" I questioned walking to the reading chair.

My mother looked up at me and started snickering shaking her head. She was dressed in her violet robe and her short hair was pulled into a small ponytail. I looked at her in confusion until I saw she what she was holding.

My journal.

I watched her with a straight face as she shook my precious journal.

"Now this...this Elias is ridiculous"

Just ignore her.

"Honestly I don't know why you write this crap," Mother said with a face of disgust as she held out my journal.

I ripped it out of her hand and held it to my chest defensively.

I hated her with a burning passion. The way she spoke to me like I wasn't her child. It was like I was some kind of tool.

"It's not meant for you.." I spoke with wavering anger.

Mother rolled her eyes getting up and placing her hands on her hips.

"Oh, please...don't tell me it's for that scrappy girl, what's her name, Amy...Amber?" she ridiculed.

"Ambrosia," I said under my breath.

"I told you not to mess around with her until will know the orders for the house" mother growled rubbing her temples.

My face paled at her statement.

"Yeah, I saw you, carrying her like some kind of.....some kind of gentlemen!" she laughed leaning towards him.

I bit my lip hard, I tilted my head away as my mother's hot breath heavy with the smell of alcohol hit my face. "Be careful you don't slip boy, or your little flower will find out who you really are."

I fucking hated her. I bit my bottom lip harder tasting a faint amount of blood. I looked at the ground as if a whole was to burn through the ebony-colored floor Unable to calm my thoughts that were crowding my mind I sighed deeply.

It hurt so bad.

The pain and the confusion, I knew what I felt wasn't right. Mother wasn't helping at all.

The door to the library slammed and I jumped blinking and snapping my head up. My mother was gone, she left me in front of the crackling fire that slowly began to die.

My fingers twitched eagerly. I needed to write.

I flipped to an empty page and took my pen from my pocket, I scribbled my thoughts as the best as I could explain.

Perfectly on cue, the headaches came back again, along with my inner conscience.

Sadly I knew sleep would not aid me tonight.

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