Notice

Alexander

Ever since that night she suffered the nightmare, I'd been paying more attention to her.

The only things I knew or wanted to know in the past were the things that I counted as important. Things to let me take advantage of her, but now I was taking notice of everything, even if it was in our spare interactions and my glances in meeting rooms.

‘She bites her pen when she's nervous.’

‘She knows that I'm staring at her.’

‘She's stubborn. Immensely stubborn.’

‘She's better at hiding her emotions than I thought.’

As I continuously offered dinner and expectantly got rejected, I still kept that in mind, noticing what she often asked for and what the pack members brought her.

“She prefers meat, no doubt due to the baby.”

“She likes anything citrus aside from peaches.”

‘She still isn't sleeping well.’

I knew that her nightmares still persisted. Every night the tug of restlessness that woke me up told me so. I stayed at the locked door, wondering if it would be acceptable to break it