There should have been questions. She should have asked what he meant about the mirror. He’d thought ahead. He’d imagined leading her back into the bathroom to show her what he himself looked like, hoping that she wouldn’t freak out too much. But there were no questions, and there were no further explanations that he could give. Sighing, he rubbed his hands over his face, inwardly cursing himself for pointing out the obvious awkwardness. He had not made anything any better, he had only made it worse.
”I don’t want anything from you, Maddison. Nothing,” he said. What else could he say? What else could possibly make up for his stupidity? He lunged for words but only reached empty spaces, a sudden weariness stealing over his body as his hands dropped palm upward to his lap.
”I’ve never done this before. I’ve never turned anyone. I’m trying to do the right thing by you, keep you informed but I’m pretty great at ******* things up,” he said, his features twisting into a dejected kind of misery. A model, and she’d never be able to see herself properly in the mirror again. He’d ruined her life. How could a person make up for something like that? She was going to hate him, so was there a point in trying to do this smoothly?
”I don’t want to **** up, okay? I’m sorry for rushing you, for telling you things that you might not want to hear. I’m sorry if you don’t really want me here and no, I’m not going to stop apologising. I can… you are a beautiful woman. Silver lining? You will pass as human, and you will look like this forever. You’re frozen in time, at the peak of your power. Men will fall at your feet. Women too. It’s not all bad…” he said, the words rushing from his tongue. He stilled it with a swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath the skin of his throat.
He was wondering whether it might be better to leave her alone, just for the rest of the night. To come back the next night. He stood from the couch, assessing the windows.
”Do you have some heavy blankets? I’ll cover your windows. Maybe just in the bedroom, for now,” he said. That’s where she would be sleeping. Maybe he’d just curl up in the bathtub or something.
”I don’t want anything from you, Maddison. Nothing,” he said. What else could he say? What else could possibly make up for his stupidity? He lunged for words but only reached empty spaces, a sudden weariness stealing over his body as his hands dropped palm upward to his lap.
”I’ve never done this before. I’ve never turned anyone. I’m trying to do the right thing by you, keep you informed but I’m pretty great at ******* things up,” he said, his features twisting into a dejected kind of misery. A model, and she’d never be able to see herself properly in the mirror again. He’d ruined her life. How could a person make up for something like that? She was going to hate him, so was there a point in trying to do this smoothly?
”I don’t want to **** up, okay? I’m sorry for rushing you, for telling you things that you might not want to hear. I’m sorry if you don’t really want me here and no, I’m not going to stop apologising. I can… you are a beautiful woman. Silver lining? You will pass as human, and you will look like this forever. You’re frozen in time, at the peak of your power. Men will fall at your feet. Women too. It’s not all bad…” he said, the words rushing from his tongue. He stilled it with a swallow, Adam’s apple bobbing beneath the skin of his throat.
He was wondering whether it might be better to leave her alone, just for the rest of the night. To come back the next night. He stood from the couch, assessing the windows.
”Do you have some heavy blankets? I’ll cover your windows. Maybe just in the bedroom, for now,” he said. That’s where she would be sleeping. Maybe he’d just curl up in the bathtub or something.
