endgame // sebastian sallow

26: Our First Touch

Chapter 26: Our First Touch

"Your lips my lips,
Apocalypse."

Noelle's Perspective

It felt like time had momentarily stopped when I confronted Sebastian Sallow in the Feldcroft home. Time wasn't frozen, but I was.

I'd expected this confrontation, but that was twenty minutes ago -- before I accepted that he was gone. Now, he stood right in front of me and I was numb.

My perspective was straight on the brown hairs above me. Nothing helped while we both stood in the same stance for a while. He wasn't moving, but neither was I.

"Sebastian," I finally managed to say, mirroring the name call.

It was like a smack on my brain. The one organ that had just accepted reality. The one that had gathered that he was gone and that little timid moment over myself was a joke.

Yet, he was here.

Out of nowhere, I watched Sebastian lead himself inside the cottage home I was standing in. He gave me no choice, but to give him space, my boots clicking against the floor as I stepped backward.

"What are you doing here, Elle?" He asked.

I couldn't concentrate well. I was more interested in how he was speaking to me as if he wasn't practically bleeding through the white fabric over his body.

I flinched a little from the wooden door closing beside me, but I passed my saliva and ignored his questioning.

I stared at his bled instead, furrowing my brows. "You're bleeding."

Sebastian didn't even look down at himself from where my eyes were punctured. And when I stared up, his eyes were still glued on me as he spoke solidly.

"I'm fine." He lied and continued to question me. "What are you doing here?"

I accepted his fate on the injuries, and paid attention to the situation.

Was he really questioning me with an offense? Was he serious?

"What am I doing here?" I raised a brow, "I should be asking you that, Sebastian. What are you doing here?" I crossed my arms, following his posture.

Sebastian's eyes dissociated from mine and looked around the home. "It's Feldcroft. I grew up here. I lived here."

"Lived," I listened closely. "Past tense?"

Sebastian gave his first chuckle over the awkward meet-up. He looked to the side at my smart-ass comment and shook his head.

Merlin, and he looked so good doing that.

Fuck, Elle — stop. He is bleeding.

"Seems like your intelligence never left," He complimented, looking down.

I wanted to smile for the first time. To laugh it off at our old commentary. The nostalgia, but I couldn't. Not right now. Not when I was in a state of worry and there were so many unanswered questions between us.

I stayed silent.

Sebastian followed along.

In the corner of my eyes, I could sense Sebastian's head move around the home and I reddened, realizing I've not only read the letter directed to Ominis Gaunt, but also threw my own on his bed.