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"Do you want breakfast? My mom went back to bed."
"I see. Quick thinking," he said with a tired yawn. "Thank you for staying with me."
"You're brilliant," he teased, lying back on his bed. "Did you hide in the closet? The bathroom?"
"You haven't let me down before," he agreed, sitting next to her. "But you weren't here when I woke up."
He returned about 15 minutes later, running his fingers through his hair as he opened the door. He blinked as his gaze fell upon her and he paused...
The room was empty, although the smell of the overwhelming perfume his mother was wearing remained.
The door swung open and Sylas sat up suddenly, blinking in surprise. "Sugar," began a syrupy-sweet voice with a vague Southern accent. Lilith...
There came footsteps coming up the stairs, high-heels clicking against marble flooring.
Sylas was asleep the next morning, his chin resting on the top of her head.
(Zoop?)
It took a while, but he eventually fell asleep.
He looked down at her, his expression soft, before he rested his head on top of hers gently, closing his eyes. "Okay. Thanks, Lil."
"Maybe," he said slowly, stretching out. He looked up at the ceiling, his frown prominent. "You'll stay?"
He looked over at her with a small smile. "I'm glad you did too."
He sighed, leaning back against the pillows. "Thank you."
He visibly relaxed, looking down at her. "Good. Thank you. I just... I really don't want to be alone right now."
He exhaled slightly, opening his eyes and looking down at her for a moment. "Will you stay here tonight? You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I'm not sad all the time," he protested. "I live a pretty comfortable life."
He fell silent, his hand cupping the back of her head gently. "It's just," he began eventually, shaking his head. "That's just not how these...
He laughed slightly, sounding more like a sob. "I do, Lil. People like me... we're not meant for happy endings."
