She frowned and stepped closer. For Hayden Black to be apologizing for anything was a shock in it of it’s own. But what he was apologizing for, Phoebe wasn’t quite sure yet. She she gently placed her hand of his forearm.
"What promise? What are you talking about Hayden?" She smiled weakly, looking at Cerberus then back at him, confused. "What’s going on?" She whispered. "I hope it’s nothing serious. I had something I wanted to tell you too."
Whatever she wanted to say would have to wait and when Phoebe placed a hand on the boy, Hayden clenched his jaw as though her touch burned him. He removed her hand on his forearm, held it for a moment before letting go, deciding to be swift about his confession and be done with it..
"I broke my promise not to hurt you," his gaze almost faltered and his lips barely moved. But being used to detaching himself so often, Hayden delivered the last few lines as though he was merely stating business.
"I cheated, Phoebe. I cheated on you."
"…I’ve been here for hours," she admitted with a smile. She sprayed a few more leaves before putting her bottom down. She walked over to him, her body moving in a calm sway. The girl seemed in a state of serenity, especially around the plants. And now, with Hayden’s arrival (with Cerberus), she had just about all she needed. She walked towards him, stopping in front of the man and his dog.
"I studied a little bit at first but then I had to go check up on the flowers. You just got here?" She asked. She noticed the tension in his knuckles from his grip on Cerberus’ leash. Her eyebrows twitched. "Everything ok?"
It was his cue to confess, her big blue eyes looking at him with concern. He was tempted to say no, to pull her close and kiss her, he wanted to just stay in that moment a little longer if he could.
"I’m sorry Phoebe," he spoke after some time, unable to say say anything else aside from asking for her forgiveness though he was unusually calm and detached as he continued, "I broke my promise."
The doors opened to the room which had accidentally flooded before. Beautiful crystal lights hovered above a head of golden hair, illuminating the room. With the dark glass roof showing through the night, it made the place seem so much more mystical.
A lithe figure stood to the side, spraying certain plants with a bottle, gently getting to the leaves and stems, her fingers working with such delicacy. She wore a simple white sundress, uncommon for cold weather. The insulation within the garden made it warm, so Phoebe often times changed into her summary clothes. She walked around the watery floor barefoot, looking up when she saw the door opening.
She smiled when she saw who came in.
"Hayden…Cerberus! Good to see you two," she said, beaming at the pair.
His clothes were supposedly too thick for the warm temperature inside and yet Hayden felt nothing but the cold. It was then that he realized that it resonated inside of him. He felt and looked like death in his menacing black attire and Phoebe radiated of life as she stood barefoot among the flowers looking like a lovely nymph.
"Hello bunnyrabbit, when did you arrive?" his grip on the dog’s leash tightened as he stopped the dog from leaving his side. He’d rather keep the distance between them.
The boy’s moves were calculated that night he decided to confront her. He knew she’d be in the garden and he even brought along his beast companion. They were there to soften the blows, to soothe her, to distract her.
The lush greenery was a stark contrast to the decaying and hibernating trees outside and for a moment he wondered if all these plants were to die too once he tells her. Phoebe deserved to know though; he wouldn’t have it like the last time where others had to fill her head with stories of what he did.
He proceeded to push the door open and find her.
It was mind-blowing how one’s urges can control your body to the point of near-madness. For days he had allowed himself to be swept away by his desires, living in irrationality and seeking pleasure that was exhilarating at first but proved too costly in the end.
He knew the second his fingers brushed against the naked body lying beside him that something was different. He was in an unfamiliar territory and for a moment, his heart beat at such an irregular pattern it was surprising he had not turn livid at the realization of who he was with.
Slowly Hayden untangled himself from Harper Moore’s body, her perfume clinging heavily on his skin. He knew what had happened, knew every tiny detail of what he had done and yet, for the life of him, did not understand what compelled him to do so. Had he been in a proper state of mind the boy would not have acted upon these urges but as he picked up his clothes and glanced at the abandoned cigarette on the bedside drawer, the boy pursed his lips in recollection.
Hayden had been thinking about this girl for three straight days now and he couldn’t understand why. It was simple enough to approach her and gods in heaven if he wasn’t feeling so oddly deprived he wouldn’t have acted like an animal. But she had given in, smiled at his advances, kissed back as hungrily as he did while she teased and aroused him. It was exciting, dangerous and in his muddled mind he knew that she was the only one who could satisfy him.
His hunger was finally replaced by regret. It meant nothing to the lovely golden-haired girl who slept soundly and everything to the boy with dark eyes who sat on the bed and smoked his tensions away, the inevitable fact dawning on him that he was about to lose something very precious and soon.