I opened my eyes, wondering why I
was awake, and there he was, blocking me from seeing anything but his ghostly
face.
“Scoria!” I yelped. “Don’t do
that!” he grinned and gave a soundless chuckle, pulling laughter from somewhere
in my memories. He drifted down to sit on the edge of the bed, and the bed
refused to acknowledge his presence, as usual.
I glanced at the clock across the
room. “One…. Scoria, what in the name of my vampire teddy bear did you wake me
up for at one in the morning?!” I
put as much emotion into this as I could while whispering. My almost parents
were next door, and they didn’t know. They didn’t know anything.
He patted the bed next to him
with a semi-transparent hand and I swung my legs around to sit, shivering
slightly from the cold. I turned to face him and wondered why on earth he had
woken me so early.
Scoria reached up a hand that was
more solid than not and slid the eye patch off my face. I had fallen asleep
with it on again. He looked at my damaged eye, and a hand that was once again
insubstantial cupped my cheek.
I felt him steeling himself for
something before he cut the link. I wondered why he had done so, but then all
thoughts were blown from my mind as he leaned forward.
A ghostly touch glanced against
my lips, like a soft wind playing across them. I squeezed my eyes shut and then
opened them again, and Scoria was still there, filling my vision. I saw gray
lids hiding the eyes that, more than anything else, made him different. I saw
the pale hair, felt the form next to me grow more solid, and felt the bed sag
ever so slightly. It was then that I realized the moment for what it was.
I did not, could not, break the
kiss. I simply sat, stunned. After a few lifetimes that were really moments,
Scoria drew back. The link was not made whole. He still fought to keep us
separate. He turned away and sat for a moment. I couldn’t even manage a letter,
let alone a word. Then he turned into a shadowy cat and slinked away,
disappearing as he went.
I sat for a few minutes more,
puzzling. Surely he didn’t love me? It was improbable, impossible, yet to some
extent true. I loved him too, I realized with a start, but only as a friend. He
was a companion to me, a confident would always listen. That was all. But I
realized for him there was something more.
Had I imagined how his cheeks
darkened slightly when he turned? Was it simply a trick of my mind? Or had, as
impossible as his monochromatic form made it, he bushed? I wondered and thought
until I realized how cold I was.
I dove under the covers and
desperately tried to keep warm. Still, the chill did not leave my fingers for
several minutes. I slowly closed my eyes as a wild herd of questions chased
themselves around and around my head. I welcomed sleep, because it would bring
peace, for a few hours at least. In the morning it would all return, and I
would have to face it. For now there were only the black claws of sleep to drag
me down.
Excellent writing! I wish you would post this story from the beginning so it will make sense.
ReplyDeleteactually I don't even know the beginning. but basically, Scoria and Obsidian are best friends for life, they've know each other forever. Then this happens. obsidian's world sort of falls apart.
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