DIANA'S POV
The death of a loved one will always be painful. Sadly, it's something that we all have to endure at a certain point in our lives. After all those years of grief, I still felt in Scott's trembling voice the built up anger and hate as he narrate his past. I understand his pain because fate stole his happiness to be with his parents when his life haven't even started yet.
My dad was murdered too when I was eight. He died saving us from great danger. It's surprising to know that Scott and I share something in common. What bothers me is that, we had the same life villain. Could it be that we had the same big bad wolf that killed our loved ones? What a tragic coincidence.
Still holding his hand, I tried my best to comfort him so we can cap the night with no sadness. With him being wholeheartedly honest, I'm astonished at how he bravely expressed his true self showing a different side of him. I wonder if he opened up like this with other girls too.
He remained awfully silent.
"No right words can comfort the pain of losing someone", I opened his palm and handed him one by one the three wild roses that I picked up earlier..
"One is for your mother, and one is for your dad.. This is me paying my respects to your parents.", his eyes squinted a little, as his jaw drop. I know it's kind of antiquated and unstylish of me, but ain't wild roses a sign speaks the language for pleasure and pain?
"The third one is for you. That's to thank you for being honest and open to me. I know how hard it is, I said as I close his palm clutching the flowers.
Scott blushed a little and stared at the tiny blooms in his hand. He probably didn't like it. I could've given him a vase of red carnations but not today. Then he turned his gaze to me in a much gentler face with now teary eyes. Without a warning, he then pulled me locking me in his arms as he bury his face in my neck. I stiffened with my hands hanging, as I feel his warm breath on my skin.
We stayed that way for a while.
His body is so warm, I feel very much comfortable. Up close, I can feel his heart beat so fast. Gradually, I can smell the fragrance in him overpowering the scent of peppermint and tobacco that he usually have. I stick my nose on his chest and inhaled his scent. My heart skipped a beat and my knees felt weak.
What just happened? I asked myself.
"Don't you cry on me Scott. I'm going to puke", I joked as I tapped his back a few times with one hand, then pushed him away with his hands still on my shoulders. I awkwardly smiled as I look at him. He chuckled at my remark as he pull his tears back. Did he look this attractive all the while? I wondered in my mind.
"You know what, even if your girlfriend hates me so much, I'll still be your friend. And I'll genuinely treat you like one." I said as I remove my gaze at him. It did prick me a little saying that.
"Just a friend?", he said with a frown.
"That's all I am.", I answered with a smile. He squeezed my shoulders a little bit and then let go.
"You should go, it's getting late. I don't want to be blamed when you get snorting in the beach tomorrow", he said as he pushed me to the door.
"Oh and by the way, you smell good up close. Good night, Scott"., as I gently shut the door.
AUTHOR'S POV
Diana kept tossing and turning on the bed. Every time she closes her eyes, she sees Scott. His beaming smile, his warm touch and even his gray eyes repeatedly flashed in her mind. 'Maybe I just feel bad for him', Diana mumbled.
She kept thinking that Scott depicted his dad's illness like some form of psychological condition which manifested extreme anger, strength, madness and monstrosity. She have seen it in some of the psychiatric patients in the hospital before. A medical perspective close to reality. There's one thing that made her sure about Scott's patchwork story. Diana thinks that what Scott perceived about his past as a young boy is limited to what he can understand at a young age, and what was exactly told of him.
It's not that Scott's lying or making up stories, but, the fact that his father was the only person unharmed during the attacks that led Apollo severely hurt and left Scott's mother dead, it is possible that his father is the alleged 'big bad wolf'. "Ahhhh", Diana sighed with her eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling.
"He said, his dad carried the horse...".
The time that Alva, Diana's mother, told her that she was attacked by a big bad wolf and that her father was also killed by one, she thought that her mother was just exaggerating. But then, hearing Scott's story mentioning the same villain, the big bad wolf, Diana wondered about the unimaginable possibilities and mythical existence. "Humans that turn to wolves?", she shook her head in disbelief, as she tug on the blankets. She thought deep and have schemed a connection between Scott's past and hers. "Impossible.", she said as she lay flat on her bed, with her eyes getting heavy.
SCOTT POV
NO WAY! Did she just imprinted on me?! I stood at Diana's door like I'm struck by lightning. "Diana!! What did you just say??", I knocked several times and even pounded even harder on the door.
Still no answer.
"No one sleeps that fast!!", I said and still, she ignored me. I covered my mouth hiding my smile. I moved back, looking like a fool as I brush my hair back.
Finally. I couldn't be happier.
I left her bungalow with a smile cemented on my face looking like a complete blockhead. Smelling my shirt, I'm high in the clouds at how her scent lingered on it. This is the first time I personally shared with someone the story about the death of my parents. Somehow, my heart felt at ease not just with her presence, but especially with her words. However, is she alone enough for me to forget all the pain and anger that has always been there? As I walk out of the overwater bridge to the shoreline, I saw Christina who was speaking with two blonde guys who just left when I came into sight.
"You look happy.", Christina said in a serious tone, with one brow up.
"I am", I proudly admitted, as I draw nearer the moody Omega. She always had this sour mood most often these days.
"What are you doing here? Who are they?", I messed up her hair, trying to lighten up her spirits.
"Why her?", Ignoring my question, as her eyes started to swell.
"She's my Luna, Christina", I said as I place my hand on her shoulder. I walked past her as if that truth puts her right into her place, settling her overprotection over me.