Jezabel was siting next to him when Kelpie woke up. She was looking at him with benevolent eyes and it disturbed him a bit. He almost wanted to pretend to still be asleep but it was too late already, she had seen his eyes open.
“Good morning,” she said.
“It's more like evening now,” Kelpie grumbled. If there was something he hated it was silly greetings. The fairy loved greetings and he could never bother to answer them.
“So shall I finish to cure your ribs,” Jezabel said with a smile moving closer to him?
“Don't you ever stop?” Kelpie asked standing up in a hurry to put some distance between him and her.
The bruises on her hands and face had already disappeared but her wings were still as blue as ever. She didn't seem to have any broken ribs left either.
“I'm an angel, I can't stop being me,” she said.
“Well, that's annoying,” Kelpie answered. He had never been really good at being himself, most of the time he had been walking around pretending to love and care for stuff that he hated and following what his deceased grand-father had told him to do. What a joke!
The angel looked down and her smile seemed to disappear. Kelpie wondered if she was going to cry again. She was driving him insane, he had to hurt her to make her happy but if he didn't hurt her the way she wanted to she was even sadder, that didn't make any sense. Damn if he ever could find a girl who wouldn't be so complicated. He hated girls and this angel was definitely not going to make him change his mind any time soon.
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