His Comfort

I was aiming for the bird at the top of the tree when I felt his warm hands holding my right hand which is holding my bow. His another hand, on the other hand, held my hand holding the arrow. I can also feel his warm breath fanning on the bare skin of my neck. I bit my lip when I realized that he is behind my back, helping me to aim for my target.

He lowered his head and looked at the bird that I was targeting, I can feel the warm air going out of his nose. With him being like this, I can’t focus even more! He could probably hear my beating heart, pounding like some crazy animal! My system is rocketing around my body feeling the tingles from the attachment we have, his scent is over thrilling my nose that I couldn’t fully concentrate! Ugh! How much I love to pin him down to the ground and take him here, shit! What am I thinking!? Clary! He’s your sister’s mate.

‘He is our mate Clary, it is normal to feel this way, if I were you, I would have jumped over him.’ Cordia said.

I gulped when his grip tightened, unable to see my target. I cannot focus on my target. My heart is pounding like crazy making me more nervous than I was earlier. I felt that he positioned my arrow and bow.

With him at my back and with his head lowered to the same level as mine, he then said, “let go…”

Unlike the one that I targeted yesterday, the bird quietly sat on the top of the tree. And to my surprise, it did actually hit the bird’s feather. That’s how precise his aim is. How did the bird not move, though?

“Try not to use too much air,” he said with some advice while he was looking above the tree. I frowned, unable to comprehend his words.

Air? I am not using anything. All I do is aim and shoot.

“I don’t understand…” I said, finally giving away my thoughts. How am I supposed to understand his words? It felt like he was speaking in a different language that I am not aware of. Him and his words that you’ll never understand.

“Your arrow uses too much wind; the birds can feel its intensity as it approaches towards it.” He seriously explained while fixing his hair. I got distracted when I looked at him, I can’t help but admire how ruthless he looked but kind at the same time. I quickly shifted my gaze on the river to avoid distracting myself. I even pinch my skin secretly to avoid being distracted.

I unconsciously gulped with the realization that he is right. It is probably the reason why my target yesterday moved away from the arrow. He is right…but, how am I supposed to do that? That is how I have been aiming and shooting ever since I was a child. I am not aware of any other techniques or such that would make my arrow free from air. How am I supposed to do that?

While I am preoccupied with the thoughts of how I could do it, he surprised me again when he held my elbow and positioned me to hold my bow and arrow. I bit my lip, hoping that he would not notice my blushing cheeks.

“Bend your elbow like this,” he then positioned my elbow in a different manner.

Calm your nerves…Calm down.

I repeatedly said that to myself.

“Then…” He paused for a few seconds. “Don’t apply too much pressure on your hand,” he said while holding my fingers.

“Let go.” He said calmly.

I just did what he said, but the bird flew away once again. I pouted, he will be having a hard time teaching me. I don’t think I will ever learn things fast; I was not born to be a fast learner. I need to spend more time than the others to be able to learn things and it is probably the reason why my father gave up on me.

I walked towards the tree where my arrows are located. I can’t give up now. If I want to protect myself, I need to keep on trying until I will be able to do so. I cannot give up on myself. In the end, I only have myself.

Just when I was about to aim for my another target, Alpha spoke, “Rest for a bit…”

I looked at him and suddenly felt my heart heated when I caught him directly looking at me with fire in his eyes. I am not sure if it is a trace of anger. I did not feel the terror, though. It was as if I was comforted and appreciated…and I don’t know if it is the right thing I should feel.

I nodded and sat on the grass. Feeling sentimental, I asked him the thing that was in my mind from the very beginning. “Do you think I’ll make it?”

The wind touches my skin. I did not bother to look at him, afraid that I might get a little sad once I saw his face being doubtful. Though, I could feel his gaze directed towards me. He is probably pitying me and I don’t want to see that expression of him.

“You are getting there,” he said as if he was not having any doubt. He sounded so sincere and reassuring… His words felt comforting, it is just four words but I am getting so emotional once I hear those especially coming from him. My tears started to roll out of my eyes again, I cannot control it. I have to let these emotions be released or it will get even heavier.

“Y-you think so?” I ask while wiping the never ending tears again.

He sat on my side and tapped my back slightly, probably hoping that it would stop me from crying. But, being so lonely, it made me cry even more. More tears began to roll out of my eyes and I started sobbing again.

Xylo’s POV

She started crying out of the blue. I noticed that it is one of her hobbies these days. She needs to find another hobby and stop doing that…or else, I might be coming around instantly to wipe those tears of her. She looks so determined but too fragile. I wonder what’s making her that fragile.

I tapped her back, controlling myself from wiping those damn tears. I just wanted those tears to end as it oddly makes my heart heavy.

I clenched my jaw and closed my fist at my side when she cried even more. Fvck!