Adoration is beautiful, but fear is so much sweeter.
{sequel to Cherry Wine-read that first, or this will make 0 sense! will contain violence, mental health issues and adult themes. read at your own risk}
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"Ruth." Someone was shaking my shoulder. I stirred, turning onto my back. Searing sunlight flooded the white room, and I shielded my eyes from it, squinting. Carlisle was sitting on the edge of the bed, still holding my shoulder. "Morning." He said, smiling.
"It's morning?" I looked next to me. Lex was long gone, the bed cold and made neatly around me.
"Barely. It's almost noon. You've been asleep for almost thirteen hours."
I sat up ina panic, my heart racing. The last thing I remembered was Lex kissing my forehead. Thirteen hours of pure blackness. I hadn't had a single dream.
"Here." Carlisle gave me a light blue bundle of linen. It was a dress, large buttons marching up the centre. "Get dressed. Lex is in the conference room."
I waited until the door was closed to shuck my silkypyjamas. They were wrinkled and had left little lines along my arm, where I had fallen asleep with the fabric pressed to my skin. I felt the side of my face, sure there were pillow lines in my cheek, but it felt smooth. I dressed quickly, the airy linen falling just above my knees.
The halls were silent, but a calm silent. Everyone was working, but I could feel the safe presence of others around me. In the conference room, Lex was sitting with Carlisle and another man I didn't recognize. They turned to look at me as I came in the door. The strange man moved to close a laptop, but Lex shook his head.
