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“I love you, please don’t go.”
“Don’t walk out that door.”
“I thought things were going great.”
“Don’t you love me?”

Mercy me this is really late so I apologize but I hope you like it!!!

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For the first time in months, Edward awoke to the sound of Author muttering in his sleep. Even as the sun crested over fluffy clouds, he didn’t stir. He sat up, leaning over just a little to get a glimpse of Author’s face. Light poured through the windows, dancing across the sharp angles of Author’s face. The gauze bandage covering his cheek didn’t take away from his beauty- no, it added to it. It made him look softer. Younger.

Edward traced his fingers over Author’s face, brushing his cheekbone with his thumb, keeping all his touches as gentle and soft as he could. It was nice to see Author at peace. Unfamiliar, but nice. Edward smiled as Author’s mumbling quieted down a little. Brushed a thumb over his chapped lower lip.

“You should stay with me,” Edward listened to unlistening ears, “you should sleep the day away with me. Don’t leave the bed. Don’t walk out that door. Stay with me. Please?”

Author shifted, Edwards hand limply hitting the sheets. He laid back down, facing Author, never once closing his eyes. He savored the moment like it was a chocolate in his mouth, and slammed his eyes shut when he felt Author begin to stir.

“Prince. I know you’re awake.” Author purred. Edward opened his eyes, studying the way the light played on his bare chest.

“Good morning, Author,” he groggily responded. Author smiled. Got out of bed. Edward reached for him, even though couldn’t help but admire Author as he picked his clothes off of the floor.

“Do you have to go?” Edward asked. Author froze, huffing.

“Yes, I do.”

“Why? Why do you always leave?”

“Because I have things I have to do. They’re important.”

Edward bit his lip to keep himself from saying something he’d regret. Silently, he watched him dress. Grab his bat, and go to the door. Edward felt something churn in him, and wrapped a blanket around his waist, crossing the room to wrap his arms around Author.

“Don’t go. I’ll miss you so, so much.”

He sighed. “I come back every night.”

“But I don’t want you only in the night. I want you in the morning, the afternoon. I want to cuddle and watch movies and- and do normal couple things. We’ve been dating for almost a year, it’s… it’s all I’m asking of you.”

“Don’t you love me?”

Edward took a step back.

“What? Of course I do-“

“Then let me do what I need to do. I’ll be back at 9.”

He quickly gave Edward a chaste kiss, then the door slammed shut. Edward kicked the door, then cursed and clutched his foot in pain. He wound up back in bed, blankets in a messy pile, holding his own hand.

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The bandages were heavy with blood as Edward unraveled them from around Host’s head, then swiftly replacing them with new ones. Without the bandage, he could see his soft cheeks, the heavy scarring- so unlike Author that he wondered if they were actually the same person. They were, though. The way that Host kissed was too familiar for him to be someone else.

“The Host thought things were going great,” he spoke, oddly plain, “he thought his eyes were actually getting better.”

Edward smiled. Author was always impatient. Not all had changed.

“It’ll take some time to heal. You really did a number on yourself, pumpkin.”

Host’s face reddened with a blush, an open, pretty thing that didn’t seem like it belonged in their room, their bed. It had been only a month since Author- Host- had gauged out his own eyes, but already he was back in his bed again. Not that Edward minded. Now, he was held in the night, woken by soft snores come morning.

They were in bed, about to sleep right now, but the blood dripping down his face… postponed things.

“The Host feels like he should be better now. He’s still talking in third person.”

“You need to give yourself time.”

Host slumped. Edward stood, bloody bandages still in hand, but suddenly a hand grabbed his wrist.

“Doctor- Edward. Prince. The Host- I- I love you. Please don’t go.”

“I’m not leaving. Not ever. Just throwing something away.” The grip on his wrist loosened, and Edward felt something warm and pretty bubble up in his chest. Being wanted was nice. He tossed the bandages in the trash, and practically lept back into bed with Host.

Arms were around him almost instantly, chapped, familiar kisses pressing all over his face. Edward giggled and tried to return them, face now as red as Host’s.

Eventually, they tired themselves out, and Edward shut his eyes, knowing that when it’s morning, he’ll be in the arms of the man he’s always loved.