Chapter 11
Asher
I heard a knock on the door. I assumed it was the mailman, he always delivers around this time. But when I heard knocking a second time I knew it wasn't the mailman. Instead when I opened the door I found Arabella looking back at me. “Hey, Asher.” Arabella said with a weak smile. I hesitated. “Hey… Arabella.” I said, examining her features.
“Oh! Come on in.” I said realising I had forgotten my hospitality. “Oh, thank you.” She said meekly.
I led her to the living room and sat down on the couch. She sat across from me. “Uhm, so I wanted to say a proper thank you for saving me last night.” She said quietly. “Its ok if anyone would do the same.” I said honestly. She looked at me stunned. “I never thought about it that way.” She said thoughtfully. “So are you feeling better?” I asked concerned.
“I mean I am here so of course.” She said looking down. “So there was another reason I came here.” She said looking up at me. “You told me you had feelings for me.” She started to pull her shirt sleeve down. “What are you doing?!” I asked, stunned and confused. “I have to show you something.” She pulled her sleeve down enough to show a stain-like mark on her arm. “Do you think it's gross or ugly? Does it repulse you?” She said, avoiding my eyes. “What.” I asked madly. She looked at me. “Do you think it gross? Does it repulse you?” She said, her tears visibly ready to pour. “Did someone tell you that?” I asked filled with quiet rage. “No but I thought.” She said in a low pitched voice. I got up and crouched by her side. “It's not ugly. It never will be. Arabella, it's the most beautiful mark I have ever seen.” I said sincerely. “Really.” She said looking into my eyes. “Yes.” I said, searching her eyes.
She got up suddenly. “Thank you, I have to go.” She said avoiding eye contact. I watched her walk out, the sound of her footsteps fading with her fading figure.
