Psychic Enchantress

You know they say that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.

Mason's POV

I stood there standing in the middle of Elena's room.

She had been crying for 10minutes non stop.

I didn't know what to do exactly. I wasn't that good at comforting people when they are in pain.

So I just stood there, with the bat she tried to hit me with still in my hand, in the middle of her room looking at her weep on the ground.

I've harden myself for the past couple of years ever since...ever since I lost her.

The only woman who has ever showed me love.

I was hollow. Empty. Vacant.

But then Elena came to my table that day, looking at me with those big adorable eyes asking if the seat beside me was taken.

I was a little taken aback by how big her eyes were. I felt like I lost myself in them for a while until she snapped at me asking me if I was blind.

Confused about what I was feeling inside, the only response I knew to give her was a jerky one.

I didn't mean anything I said. Not one bit. But I was just so confused with what I was feeling at the pit of my stomach that I didn't know what to say to her other than that.

I had consumed myself with darkness for most of my life, so when a little light came in, I let the darkness engulf it.

That's what I was doing to Elena and I had no idea how to stop it.

That day when she screamed in class. I felt my heart constrict with pain.

I felt that I was the one to protect her.

So ever since that day, i've just been watching over her in the shadows.

Too much of coward to accept the feelings I have for her.

She had been so sad for the last few days that I wanted to be the one to make her smile again, but again, I had no idea how.

So I decided to take action and went to her house. I had planned on telling her why I was the way I am. Why i'm so distant with people but then she swung at me with a bat.

I couldn't blame her though. That would've surely knock some senses into my head.

I stood there.

I stood there in the middle of her bedroom, looking down at her, my eyebrows furrowed, trying to think of something. I then remember when I was a kid, my mom use to hold me in her arms when I cried, and that seemed to always work.

If I held Elena though, that would breaking down the walls I had put up. Around my heart. Around my soul.

But its worth it. For Elena.

I slowly put the bat on the ground and cautiously walked over to where she was.

I knelt on both my knees and picked her up bridal style and carried her to the bed.

I sat there on the edge of her bed, with her cuddled in my arms like a baby. The way my mom used to hold me.

She's so tiny that I was afraid that I would break her.

I craddled her in my arms and she wrapped her arms around my neck, sobbing in the crook of neck.

My heart tighten with grief that this girl I held in my arms, who I cared so deeply for, was in pain and I didn't know how to stop it.

I looked down at her and she had stopped bawling and was now looking at me. Her eyes red from crying so much.

I lift my hands up to her cheek and wiped away the wetness that fell there.

I looked into her eyes and I felt weak inside. Completely vulnerable. It happened everytime I looked into them.

"Mason." She croaked.

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." I whispered still brushing her cheek with ny finger.

"Why?" She croaked looked confused.

"Because I care about you." I confessed. That's the only explanation I could fathom from my actions.

"But I -" she broke.

I pressed my lips against her forehead before she could say anything else. I wanted to place them somewhere else other than her forehead but I didnt know if she felt that way about me.

Resting her on the bed, I went to close the door and turn off the switch. The moon was bright enough to illuminate the room.

I layed down facing her.

We looked at each other, our expressions looking baffled. Well she looked that way and I don't doubt her not to. I would be confused at me too.

I on the other hand looked at her with care in my eyes. Well, at least I thought that's the way I looked.

I layed there that night until she fell asleep.

Leaving a note on her desk saying that we should talk tomorrow before the dance, I headed home.