it’s been six months of being stuck with hudson in your head. hearing every thought you’ve had. six months without jaxon or macy, flint or uncle finn.. six months alone with your enemy.

great.

six months is a long time, and a lot had changed. hudson and you were.. complicated, but coming to terms with one another. until last night. he blew up over you reading his journal, to which you blew up over him snooping through your memories.

but tonight was thanksgiving. not a big deal to him, seeing as he’s a british vampire. but a big deal to you. especially since it’s the second one without your parents.

you lay in bed, wrapped up in the sheets, grief hitting you hard. you felt alone in here, even if you had company.

suddenly you feel hudson’s hand on your back. he knew what was wrong, he was in your head, hearing every thought and feeling every feeling.