Hello. My name is Nick Armstrong, and for those of you that don’t know me or haven’t heard of me there’s nothing particularly extraordinary about me introducing myself to you. To those that did know me, I know it’s a shock, but yes, I am alive, no, I don’t know how or why and yes, I am, to the best of my knowledge, human (still a witch though). I suck at this sort of stuff but there it is.
Nice to meet you. I’m Hazel.
Jason kept shushing her. She had nothing to be embarrassed about. Nothing at all. It was all him. When she asked to stay, he thought on it for a moment. He never had a girl stay. He didn’t really like it. When he was done with them, he wanted them gone. But of course..She was different. There was just something about her, that drove him insane. “Of course you can baby.” He whispered, wrapping his arms around her. “Just stop, okay? It’s okay.” He pulled the blanket tightly around them, knowing it would get cold during the night. “I have no problem with you stayin’ here. None what so ever. I told you, you’re different.”
She was prepared to leave when he paused to think about whether he wanted her to stay or not. She knew she shouldn’t have asked; she sighed as she began to move but then he wrapped his arms around her and she was surprised that he wanted her to stay. She smiled sadly up at him and curled into him. “Yeah but..” She yawned and sighed. “I’m sorry. Please don’t blame yourself.” She said softly as she settled against him. “Thanks for letting me stay.” She was drifting now, his warm arms wrapped around her. She felt safe and calm, despite the pain she was in. She felt herself drifting off into sleep and she mumbled “love you” softly before she drifted completely away.
Hazel. I hurt you.
It would’ve hurt either way Jason… I’m fine, honestly. I’d rather it was you than someone else.
