~BACK WITH ODETTE AFTER AMBROSE TRIED TO KILL HER~
She stood outside. Listening to the painful ear-piercing cry that was just behind the door.
She shouldn't be here, in front of his him. Not after what he did. Not after literally killing her. This was risky, dangerous.
But.
Despite her trembling. Despite her better judgement. Despite it all, she opened the door.
A pitiful, twisted, broken man curled on the floor, his clothes torn, stained with blood. His claws were long covered in a dark red liquid. He had been clawing at his skin repeatedly. Healing before he shredded more skin.
Seeing him, weak and crumbled on the ground like a bad poem someone wrote and threw away. She broke. Whatever resilience she had, whatever spine she was using to keep herself standing tall, snapped. She couldn't handle seeing him like that. Didn't matter that he killed her.
She pulled him into her lap and rubbed his head. Humming a tune that always made her feel better.
