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It was a warm night, one where you would typically watch movies in, have a "Netflix and chill", but it wasn't like that, at least for you, you with with him
Lawrence was trying to watch a video on how to knit a blanket while you were near him, a soft clicking of metal and wool rubbing against each other.
Something about him that you took note in, is that
He didnt like being touched, so you were just sitting beside him, watching as he tried to hold the yarn and the hooks like how the woman in the video is doing, trying to interlock the yarns together, the blanket looked like an abstract of a rose, well.. Odd for him, he didn't like roses, but he started to once he learned that your name was rose.
"I like flowers."
you started, wanting to conversate.
He gave you a glance, then quickly took his gaze away, hesitate to even look you in the eyes, it made you have butterflies.
how his eyes were, beautiful. Something you never thought of thinking about your captor. Something you would never think of for another human being.. Well... He wasnt exactly human, now, is he? Undead. Unwell. Rotting away and wilting like a oleander
He was still trying to knit, his hands and fingers were aching .
he dropped the hooks and yarn, leaning to pause the video.
"You okay?" you questioned, seeing him quite.. frustrated, he looked like he was about to punch in his laptop
"yes... I'm- I'm fine! Just... Quiet for a second.." he started to rub his fingers,