When It's Cold(Pelle Ohlin x Reader)

8.

Y/N POV

After a few more minutes we realise what we've been doing and stop. We just pretend nothing happened and go get breakfast. It's only 8:30 but Euronymous already left, not sure for what. We make some pancakes like we usually do. Neither of us eat much, barely half of what Euronymous eats. We left some for him in the fridge. We go back to our room and I start making paper flowers, painting them with my blood. Pelle watches me, as usual. After I make about five, I ask Pelle if he wants to go to the forest to perhaps look for some cats. He agreed, so we put some clothes on and go. I actually like cats, but I've pretended to hate them just for him. I felt sorry for those cats, but as long as he was happy, so was I.
I loved the forest, it was so peaceful. Me and Pelle would sometimes just sleep in the forest when him and Euronymous argued. It wasn't that bad, it was just really cold. But I didn't care if I got sick, if Pelle was happy so was I. The same reason why I agreed to sleep in the cemetary and buried in the ground. I just wanted him to be happy.