Savior | ?*REWRITE*? MELLO X OC

Mello

One week since Willow's been missing.

I woke up in her bed again, my arms empty and lonely. I looked at the side of the bed where she should've been and I sighed lightly, wishing this was all just a bad dream. I was so angry that she was gone, and I was left alone.

I was terrified for her, and every day I woke up hoping that she'd be back. I hoped that L made some miraculous discovery in the night and brought her home, but that was never the case. I had faith in Willow, and I know she'd put up a hell of a fight to stay alive. But like Matt said, without her meds she could crash really quick.

As I laid in her bed staring at nothing, all I could picture was her curled up next to me still asleep. The sunshine kissing her skin as it peaked in, her hair a little messy and that peaceful look on her face. She'd mumble something unintelligible, nuzzle up to my neck and I'd let her lay there until she woke up. I enjoyed every second of it, the comfort she brought me was unlike anything I've ever experienced. Her touch alone was therapeutic to me, I didn't need anything else.

One of the many things Willow and I had in common, we both wanted to be loved. And I'd love her until the end of time, even if she ever decided she didn't want me anymore. I'd never stop chasing her, I'd go to the end of the Earth and back for her. We were attached to each other, and I wanted Willow to love me more than anything.

I was a fucked up, traumatized kid just like she was. When I met Willow it was easy to recognize, trauma recognizes trauma and I understood her. She was shy and timid, scared of pretty much everything. But she evolved, I watched her gain confidence and she wasn't as shy as she used to be. She'd get shy around me sometimes, and seeing that pretty pink on her cheeks made me want to crumble.

It was my favorite shade of pink.

And I was the opposite, angry and I hated everyone. But when Willow was around, I didn't want to scare her so I wasn't as angry. She'd keep me in check, telling me to calm down and I'd listen. But if anyone else said that? I'd never listen, fuck them.

My parents were..terrible, to say the least. Dog shit drug addicts who didn't want me, and they gave me attachment issues. It pissed me off, and I'd often avoid other people or fight with them because I didn't want anyone near me. In my head, there was no point in trying to make friends. I acted out, pushing people away and Del said it was because of how I grew up. Feeling like I wasn't wanted by anyone was hard to deal with, and my fear of rejection was strong. So I rejected everyone else before they had the chance to hurt me.

But Willow and Matt showed up, and those thoughts slowly started to leave. They made me feel like I belonged somewhere, like I was wanted. They were like me, broken and sad. I got attached, and over time I grew even more attached to Willow. She made me feel wanted and needed, and I really loved her. I wanted to glue her broken pieces back together and keep her intact, she was so fucking special to me.

I knew she'd mean something to me the day I met her. That first conversation in the lounge. Maybe I seen a bit of myself in her, but over time I knew our pieces would fit together perfectly and maybe we could become whole again.

I sat up in the bed, trying to get the energy to get up and start my day. Matt and I weren't going to class, since we were basically on the case with L we were excused. It was basically our first time taking on a case, and I hated that it had to be the kidnapping of the girl of my dreams. I took a shot of vodka straight out of the bottle, hoping it somehow numb the pain.

Matt texted me and told me to meet them in L's room, and I replied and said I'd be right there. I popped in one of my earbuds and hit play on my mp3 player, and Taking Over Me by Evanescence came on. The music played in my ears, and again I wanted to cry. Every fucking song reminded me of her, and my heart felt like it was being stabbed.