Hello, Friday

(A/N)

because this is a really short chapter i wanted to do a double update. i'm not doing that anymore. just take this chapter, there will be another (definitely longer) chapter some time next week.

enjoy my friends <3

(unedited)

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Silas smiled down at the girl. Her lips parted and her eyes closed as she rested her head against his shoulder. The plates that had held their pizzas now lay across from them on the small coffee table.

Friday stirred in her sleep, her fists bunching into tiny balls on her lap. Silas watched the furrow of her brows and the twitch of her lips before diverting his gaze to the light patter of rain dripping down the window. He sighed.

"Friday..." he whispered, slipping a strand of hair behind her ear. "Wake up, love."

His words filled her ears as she cracked her eyes open, her gentle eyes instantly meeting his golden ones.

"Good morning." He smiled gently, his eyes taking in every small and beautiful feature on her face that made her... her.

"There's a break in the rain and if you plan to get home we need to leave now."

As reality dawned upon her, Friday pushed away from him, staring down at her lap. "Sorry," she muttered. "For falling asleep."

"That's alright,"

They both stood from their seats, silence enveloping them as they made it to the door. They quickly slipped on their shoes before making their way to his car.

The thought of going home tugged at her heart, crushing it in a vice grip. She waited for him to unlock the car as she stared down at her scarred hand. Those scars came from her; her outbursts. Scars trailed from her knuckles to the palms of her hand like dark reminders of who she really was. She wasn't that sweet little girl with a smile that brightened up the room. She was dangerous when she was angry. The scar running along her palm screamed at her. Dangerous to herself.

The phantom ache that washed over her hand at the memory caused her to clench her fists.

Her hands had felt so much pain.

Friday was slowly pulled away from her thoughts as the gentlest hand, hands nothing like her own, pulled her towards warmth.

So slowly Silas traced circles against her spine as he held her against his chest. The sound of his heartbeat echoed into her ear and her arms wound around him. They didn't speak.

She had never been this close to him before; never felt this safe. His arms tightened around her, his head nuzzling into the side of her neck. He knew. He knew what she was thinking, what she was scared of— who she was scared of.

He did nothing but hold her closer.

They were like two pieces of string tying into an unbreakable knot, slowly binding together as they held each other.

In that moment, something shifted. A new sense of trust seeped into her veins as she gripped the back of his shirt in those beautifully scarred hands.

Because he knew, and yet he still held her.