Chapter twenty eight:

A/N: sorry about the late update! I sort of forgot I had this chapter done!! *twitch* 

 

Millia: 

 

I wriggled beneath the warmth that surrounded me, comfortable and lazy. My arm hurt less, too. I opened my eyes to the pleasant soft light of the early morning and breathed the fresh air. The window was halfway open and a small cat groomed itself on the opposite roof. I curled over myself and sighed again, the cool morning breeze in my chest and the warm bed sheets around my body and the dizzying smell of Tobacco and coffee in my nose.

No morning could be any better.

 

Hmm… If only the coffee would magically pop into my nightstand. I didn’t really want to get up, the mood would be ruined. I yawned and rolled my head lazily, meaning to look at the clock on the nightstand behind me.

Oh my God! The coffee was right there!

 

I sat up against the warm pillows and held the blanket close. Over the edge of the bed, I saw a deliciously muscular man, half naked, doing push ups on the floor. I yawned again and took a sip at the lukewarm coffee. It had cigarette ash in it. That didn’t taste so bad…

 

Sol’s hair was wrapped in a tight ponytail, only a few strands straying to stick on his neck and cheeks.

 

What a very nice dream…

 

I took another sip of the coffee and smiled, my dreams never involved a half naked Sol doing push up, with red cheeks and tense muscles…

He looked up at me.

 

The warmth and stillness was scattered like fog under the hot sun. it’s not a dream!

“Sol…” God, my voice sounded so rough in the morning…

 

His lips moved but there was no voice, he continued to push away from the ground and then down again, only to repeat. What was he counting?

 

I smiled again, still affected by the drugging fresh morning air. Carefully balancing the mug in my left hand, I maneuvered myself so I was laying on my stomach above the tangled blankets, watching him openly.

 

I took a sip of the coffee and put the mug down on the floor. “Good morning.”

His breathing continued the same. He was whispering a long number that sounded suspiciously like three hundred twenty-something.

 

By the time the mug was empty, he had finished his restless series of push ups, and was starting on long a cool down session. “Sleep well?”

I jumped at his voice. “Um, Yeah.” I brushed back my bed hair. “You?”

 

He stretched silently, a frown of concentration on his face.

 

“I’m sorry about… what I said… last night…” I laced my fingers, absently scratching beneath the confines of the plaster.

He made a small noise in his throat and leaned back, his clear blue eyes studying me. His mug was completely empty, and he probably needed a shower. He looked absolutely adorable without the hair in his eyes, why was he looking at me like this?

“What?” I probably look ridiculous first thing in the morning.

He shook his head lightly and sat up, he disappeared behind the door of the bathroom. The shower was on almost instantly. I smiled lightly and sighed. That’s probably his ‘apology accepted’ look. I reached down to pick the mug off the floor, but then realized he had been staring at something completely different from my face.

 

I had just given him a good look down my shirt, a pretty good look.

When did this button snap?!

 

I slid off the warm bed and crawled lazily on the floor, the cold marble making my legs tingle. I reached over to my crutch and leaned on it carefully. It was only then I took a good look around the room, the furniture consisted of the bed I was sleeping on, a nightstand, a big wardrobe and a door that lead to the private bathroom. Sol has good taste. I opened the heavy doors of the cabinet and smiled at the cluttered bags at the bottom. He never even bothered to sort them out! Picking out a blue turtle neck and a stretchy skirt, I hoped Sol wasn’t going to walk out any time soon and wriggled out of the shirt. I carefully set my crutch on the floor, after all it wouldn’t do to break the body-length mirror because of a clumsy act. I realized then how much my body had changed in the past few weeks.

 

Dizzy was probably ten years younger than I am, but even her cup size was much bigger than mine. I sighed and glared at my shoulder. How many times have I been hit there? Ten? Eleven times? I turned around a little and chewed on my lower lip, studying the blue line running diagonally down my ribs and disappearing under the rim of the pants.  

 

I sighed again. Even her pants was two sizes bigger than mine.

 

I pulled the shirt on immediately, wondering why the shower had gotten suspiciously quiet suddenly. I’d better not catch him peeping.

I held the skirt in my hand and limped over to sit on the bed, I shall wait until he is done with the bathroom, I can change there freely.

 

Sol walked out, a towel slung around his waist and his hair dripping on his nose. He corked a brow, “Need help?” He was heading towards me in a second.

“No!” I held the skirt tightly. He stopped advancing. “I was waiting for my turn.” I looked away, trying to fight the blush. “Thank you.”

“S’okay, I’m not a pervert.” He scratched his wet hair and knelt down, his fingers reaching out to undo the little bow on the pants.

“Thank you Sol.” I put my hands on his. “I can manage.”

He flinched and sat up, an angry frown on his face. “Che.” The bedroom door was slammed shut in his wake.

 

I fought a shiver and sat up on shaky legs, I guess there is a part of me that gets affected easily when sol is around. I half jumped into the bathroom and couldn’t help but wonder how a man could arrange everything to be so… handy.

I’ve seen the guy’s dorm at the guild. It was terrible. They were the most anti-organizing creatures I’ve ever met in my life, all of them.

 

Halfway done struggling with the skirt, I realized that the shaver was dripping and the shaving cream was squeezed just a little bit. I didn’t know Sol grew facial hair!

I’ve never touched anybody that had facial hair. I wonder if they tickle as much as the girls said… shaking my head, I finished dressing and washed my face and teeth. I stumbled out of the bathroom and used the wall as support until I found the door to the living room. It was not as wrecked as I figured it would be.

 

Okay maybe just a little bit wrecked, but not like somebody had waged war with the furniture. I sat on the sugar brown couch and took a deep breath.

I feel beautiful today.

 

A cup of coffee was presented under my nose. “Thank you.” I smiled at the tan hand and took the cup gratefully.

The only response I received was a grunt, and the couch dipped when Sol sat his weight on it.

 

A normal morning in a couple’s life?

I smiled to myself. Who am I kidding?

 

I took a sip of the perfect coffee and felt like melting into the couch. I was having a nice morning with hot coffee and a handsome man with killer eyes, It doesn’t get any better.

 

He looked at me.

Okay, it gets better.

“How long will it be like this?”

Or worse… I took a careful sip and looked up at him. “As long as you want.” When his look became too intense for me to bear, I put the cup down and pretended to be grooming my hair. “I mean… I’m forever in your debt.” I fought a smile. “When you start to feel that I’m not needed any more, just tell me.”

“I don’t need you at all.” The warmth in my chest suddenly died. So soon? Do you hate me? Our eyes met. “I just keep you for the hell of it.” He sipped his coffee calmly, as if he had just declared that he would buy a new hair brush or something.

 

I frowned a my cup on the coffee table. “Did you tell the Jellyfish pirates?”

He looked surprised. “Tell them what.”

“That you’re keeping me for the ‘hell of it’ and that I’ll be going back to them?”

“No.” he took another sip. “You said nothing about going back.”

I’m confused. “Just tell me Sol.” I looked up at him, completely frustrated. “Do you want me to stay with you or not?”

He studied me for a moment before sipping his coffee. “Do you.”

Tension gathered in my brows and for a moment I considered hitting him with the darn cup. “Yes or no?” Now I understand his world of black and white. Its either a yes or a no. nothing between.

A careful sip and half a cigarette later, he put the cup down and looked at me. “Yeah.”

I kicked his shin with my good leg and sat up, a burst of emotion exploding in my chest, it wasn’t exactly happiness or giddiness or anger or relief, it was probably a bit of each. “That took you long enough!” I made my way into the kitchen and scowled at the table in the middle.

 

After a moment of thinking about absolutely nothing, I shifted my weight and glared at the fridge. When I browsed its contents absentmindedly, I realized that it only had a few packets of cigarettes in the butter box. A block of none-sweet cocoa, eggs and some milk. I heard his bare feet shuffle lazily into the kitchen. I bet he was being observant and judgmental, as usual.

 

“You don’t have apples?” I frowned at the cocoa.

“No.” He poured another cup of coffee, and I slammed the fridge shut. 

“What do you eat around here?” I turned around to face him.

“We just got here.” He shrugged and lit a cigarette.

 

If he had time to go shopping for cigarettes why hadn’t he bought something better?                   

 

“When did you buy the cigarettes?” I tried to look as angry as possible, some men need some discipline.

He gave me a long pointed look before answering. “This morning.” After an exhale, he took a sip of coffee and corked a brow. “Why.”

“You didn’t remember to buy ‘food’ did you?”

He looked at me for a long time before shrugging dismissively. “Whatever.”

 

I followed him into the living room and dropped my weight on the couch, right next to him. “What do you mean whatever? Don’t you eat?”

“Not much.” He growled and turned the TV on.

“You do three hundred push ups and have nicotine and coffee for breakfast?” I took his cup and took a few sips.

“Yeah.” He took the cup from me and drank it. “Don’t make such a big fuss.”

 

I sighed and glared at the flashing screen.

 

“How about we play pretend, Sol.” I could feel his eyes burning into my skull. “I’ll pretend to be the wife, you be the husband. Okay?”

“Maybe tomorrow.” He growled and sat up, angered. 

 

I curled and hugged myself on the couch. This isn’t going well, is it… And it had started so well, too… I suddenly felt like crying.

 

Sure, I’ve never woken up to Sol’s face before, and I’ve never woken up to find the perfect coffee sitting on my nightstand and I’ve never woken up to feel so comfortable in my whole life. So why, now that I did, why is it going so badly?

 

I sighed again and burrowed into the couch. A moment later, my nose caught the smell of  stirred eggs. My stomach confirmed that,

 

I set my face in an instant frown and decided that if he would be trying to woo me with stirred eggs, then he does not really know who Millia Rage is.

 

About ten minutes later, Sol walked in and sat on the couch. He turned the TV on and lit a cigarette.

I blinked.

He glanced at me and frowned. “Oh, there is some leftover eggs if you’re hungry.”

Leftovers?? “No thanks, I’m not hungry.” I frowned at the screen and ignored my stomach’s pleadings. 

 

If he’s not offering to take care of me then I’m not going to throw myself all over him. Hmph…

 

~~~~~~~~~

 

Its been six hours since morning and all he’d done was go out to get the morning paper and sit back to read it.

Its like I don’t even exist!

 

Maybe if I try the other way around…

 

“Sol, I’m hungry.” I leaned over to give his shoulder a small nudge.

“What am I a refrigerator?” he growled and turned the page.

 

Okay, maybe he is as ignorant as I thought…  

 

“What’s there to eat?” I tried a smile but he didn’t even spare me a glance.

“Hell should I know.”

 

Okay now this is getting annoying.

 

“I thought you care about me!” I feigned being angry.

He gave me a once-over before stretching his lips to the side. “Yah? Says who?”

Don’t say it don’t say it! “Aren’t we married?” Darn… said it…

He turned fully to me and gave me a scowl. “I’ve been putting this off for a while because you weren’t healthy enough.” He put off his cigarette and crossed his arms. “But since you want it so much, fine.”

I suddenly regretted ever opening my mouth.

 

“If it were up to me I wouldn’t have married you, I wouldn’t have even spared you a second glance. You were just so annoying and clingy I couldn’t get rid of you otherwise. When I dropped you off at the May ship I thought you’d be smart enough and get a hint but, who the hell knows what’s been going on in your pretty little head. You came back even more depressed, I don’t know who the hell you’ve been talking to up there. And then throwing yourself back at the Guild. You think I wanted to go through all that crap? Hell no. that Japanese ass dragged me all the way down there not because I cared or anything but  because he needed a body guard and by the way he hasn’t paid me yet.” He frowned at the paper for a moment and then got back to frowning at me. “And what the hell was that with Dizzy, telling her shit about us when I clearly told you not to tell anybody? You think if you spread it around you’d get me to actually want to marry you and then you’d be prancing all over my ass carrying that piece of crap you call marriage. Hell no. exactly like I said before, you get better, you leave.” He huffed and lit another cigarette. I almost couldn’t breathe. “And since you’re well enough to throw money around I think you’re well enough to get your ass away from here and out that door.” He blinked for a moment, “I mean it.”

 

Don’ cry. Don’t cry… 

 

I pressed my lips together in concentration and took a deep, shaky breath. “Is that all.” Because if you want to say more I’m willing to hear you out. “Anything else?”

After a moment he picked the paper and started reading. “You can stay the night here.”

 

I held my hair tight and fought the sob that was trying to get out. My hair was trying to reach over to Sol, I don’t know if it was trying to strangle him or hug him in apology. But whatever the hell it was trying to do was hard to keep up with.

 

“I’m sorry.” Training, Millia, watch your voice.

“Che.” He scratched his head and stubbed the half-spent cigarette. “I mean it. You can stay the night.”

Sure. I don’t have anywhere else to stay anyway and the Jellyfish would just love to have me back I’m sure. What happened to the ‘I’ll take care of you’ and the ‘be my roommate’? what ever happened to the multiple times he carried me around because he was too lazy to order me?

 

A sob broke through my throat and I froze, hoping against hope that he wouldn’t look at me.

He looked at me. “For crying out loud, don’t cry, its annoying.”

Another sob broke through and I sat up, unable to face him in my shameful state. He didn’t speak as I made my way to the bathroom, thankfully.

 

I slammed the door behind me and cried on the rim of the bathtub.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~

 

#Sol:

 

Damn.

You can say that again! What the hell was all that for?

I had to get it out of my system, not like you care or anything thankyouverymuch.

She was crying, Sol! How could you?!

Its easy.

You go in there and apologize to her right now!

Yes, mom.

I’m serious.

Yeah right. So what will you do, flash naked childhood pictures?

You know I can take over anytime.

Aha… And?

I can speak for you…  

Hell no, you’re better off being turned off for the evening.

 

I sighed and rested my head back. Arguing with Fredrick was always bothersome.

 

Then go apologize for her! Its not right!

What isn’t?

Leaving her like this!!

What, you want me to go in there, hug her and tell her that everything will be alright?

And that you are sorry. Yes!

Che, get lost.

I’m serious Sol! Please, just look at her she’s breaking my heart!

Our heart. And no, its still in one piece and the beating rate is completely normal.

Okay, why don’t you be the realist and I’ll be the romantic?

Fine.

 

I rubbed my forehead and popped my neck.

 

She is going to be depressed all day, so why don’t you go and help her out of it. You did tell her that you’d take care of her, you know.

Comforting women and touching them isn’t really my thing. So no way in hell I’d be going in there crushing my ego under my feet.

Arrgh! Forget Ego for a moment and think like the realist you are supposed to be! 

I am thinking dammit! If I had no manly ego why the hell am I Sol Badguy? I could just prance around in a skirt calling my self Kisky.

Argh…. You are impossible!

It makes me Gear.

 

I laid down on the couch with my legs hanging over the arm and covered my eyed with my headband.

 

I’ll be damned if I let you control me you women freak.

I’m not a women freak and I’m not controlling you! Open your eyes Sol she’s yours! She wants to be with you!

She wants to wake up with me and wants to bathe with me and feel like a woman in love?

Yes! Wont it be great if you treated her like a woman for once? Opening doors for her and making her breakfast and preparing a nice warm bath… wont it?

You mean like… be friendly with her?

Yes! She’s be happy if you cuddled and hugged and made out like every other couple…

Okay I was almost convinced except for that last part. Go to hell.

Aw Sol! Don’t be like that!

 

I rolled over to my side and faced the cushion of the my couch.

 

I’ll be damned if I let a woman control my life. Not any more.

What do you mean, anymore?

You remember your wife, Fredrick, you used to obey her every order, it was sick.

I loved her!

So you’ll be her slave because of a stupid thing like that?

She was my slave in return, too. you know.

Really? I don’t recall her ever driving the god damned car or waking up in the middle of the night to buy diapers or drive like a lunatic during lunch brake to cuddle and giggle in the park…

No. she didn’t. but she carried my baby and she made wonderful dinners and she rubbed my feet at night and she loved me unlike any other.

Che, wake up and smell the nicotine. I’m glad I came around.

I’m glad too. Now if you don’t mind I need you to go to the bathroom. Call of nature.

Nice try. I don’t need a bathroom yet, and even if I did I can always hold it up if only to just annoy you.

You are corrupt.

Thank you.

 

That had been the end of the conversation. Or at least, until I woke up later.

 

Something hard and hot had twisted in my chest and it had startled me awake.

Millia.

 

I don’t know what the hell it was that made me sprint to the bathroom, but I’m glad I did. “Damnit!” I scratched my head and picked her up off the bathroom floor. Something caught my eye, though, when I was picking her up. The bottle of sleeping pills that I’ve given her before, lay next to her hand, a few pills spread around. It must have fell from her…

 

Damnit!

 

I picked her small body in my arms and ran out the door, not even bothering to close it behind me.

 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 

I stood at the door, looking inside. My hands itched with the need to be there and help her. She lay motionless as doctors and nurses fret around her.

 

I want to be there. I need to be there. I know what I’m doing I swear, I can help.

 

I rubbed my hands together and frowned. Damnit, why was the doctor taking so long? Its easy, give her a cleanup and a few doses of… what had she taken… yeah, that…

I shook my head and turned to sit on the plastic, white bench.

What am I doing, I’m rusted, I’ll kill her if I tried to help her with my old knowledge. 

 

She tried to kill herself, you know. It’s a shout to the outside world.

Shut up, Fredrick, I don’t need you know.

‘Help me!’ it says, that what suicide is about.

She was ‘not’ trying to kill herself, quit it.

Oh yeah? Why else would a woman with beauty and knowledge as her would take an over dose of sleeping pills?

Because I’m a jerk?

Why else?

Because she wants to get rid of me?

Anything else?

Because I don’t deserve to be in her shadow?

Erm… no not that much… I told you to take care of her before, you were just too stubborn to see that.

I was annoyed, Fredrick. It was hard to keep her close and not want to touch her. And it was also hard to keep her away for good.

So its purely physical?

No. you know better than I do how hard it is to lose someone.

…

I don’t want that to happen again. You know that someday, when she is old and sick, I’ll be just as young and I’ll be there to gold her hand when she gives her last breaths and I don’t want to feel that ever again.

 

I fought a sob and hung my head.

Damnit, look at me, upset over a woman…

 

Fredrick didn’t respond at all. I could feel him weeping in the dark corner of my mind. I’m sorry, buddy, the memories hurt me too. Almost too much.

 

“Mister Badguy?” I stood up to tower over the short doctor, she was pale and had dark circles under her eyes, but she was smiling. “I’m afraid this has all been an inconvenience.”

Somebody was turning a knife in my heart. What is she saying? That Millia is dead?

“She’s fine and okay, the dose she’d taken wasn’t severe so even if she wasn’t treated, it wouldn’t have killed her.” The doctor smiled more at my sigh and continued. “It was good to take her here, though, she had responded to the dose almost instantly, her stomach was completely empty. Is she pregnant? Has she been not eating well lately?”

I only wish... “No… she said she wasn’t hungry.” I shook my shoulders helplessly.

The doctor nodded. “That’s fine, she’ll be staying here for the night and she can go out tomorrow. You can see her in a few hours, but not before, I’m afraid.”

I nodded and seated myself back into the bench. The doctor made her way to another room. I hung my head again and for a moment, there was nothing in my head but a cool, refreshing wave of relief.

 

I think I could still feel Fredrick sobbing.

 

Get a hold of yourself, damnit, you’re a big boy.

 

~~~~~~~

“Honey, I’ll be okay, I promise!”

“You bled too much. They said so.”

“I’ll be fine. Women go through labor all the time.”

 

Labor didn’t kill her… I did…

 

~~~~~~

 

I threw the filter of the cigarette into the grass and covered it with my heel. It was getting dark in the hospital and visiting time will be over soon. I stood away from the bench and made my way to the reception desk.

“Millia Badguy.” The receptionist clicked on her keyboard and smiled.

“Room 243, sir.”

 

I made my way into the elevator and up to her room. I followed the closed doors and stood in front of 243.

 

This is it. You’ll be saying a lot of things if you showed up now.

Just shut up and let me do the talking.

Are you sure?

Like hell I’m sure, you just shut up.

Fine.

 

I opened the door and closed it behind me. Millia was sitting up in bed with an IV attached to her hand. Her face was pale and her lips were colorless and dry.

I wished I could kiss her and make it all better.

“Sol.” She sounded tired. A shadow of a smile played over her lips.

“What the hell was that all about?”

 

Anger.feel.exe has been ectivated.

 

Dammit. Turn that off.

Anger.feel.exe is not responding.

Damn…

 

“I just wanted to sleep.” She shrugged weakly.

“If you wanted to sleep you could have told me, what the hell were you thinking taking multiple pills? You know how hard that thing is?” I frowned.

She just stared at me, speechless.

Damnit, Fredrick do something… “If you wanted to kill yourself you know there are easier ways to it.”

Her lips moved and her brows twitched, but she didn’t say anything.

“What the hell were you thinking?” I sat forcefully on the side of the bed and glared at her.

“I… I just wanted to sleep.”

“You mean kill yourself!” I waved in the air. “People who want to sleep throw themselves at beds not bathroom floors, you know what a mess you’ve caused there?”

“I just wanted to sleep!” she shrugged.

Damn annoying! “Then dammit if you wanted to sleep! How many did you take?”

She wrung her hands in her lap and the thing in my chest writhed. “I don’t rememb-”

“How many.” I said more forcefully.

She jumped and curled her fingers. After a quiet moment, she spoke. “Five…”

I rolled my eyes and pointed at her. “Five! You know if you wanted to sleep none of this would have happened.” I was about to start another shout in my outburst but came to a screeching halt when tears rolled down her face. She didn’t sob or twitch, just… teared.

 

“I’m sorry…” she was so quiet. “I’ll pay you for them.”

My jaws almost broke at the force I clenched them in. the damn thing in my chest broke and came out of my eyes. I carefully leaned over and wrapped my arms around her shoulders if only to prevent her from seeing the shame in my eyes. She sobbed loudly when I touched her and dammit it just made me bitter on the inside.

How could I be so cruel to something so fragile?

 

“S’okay baby, I don’t care about the damn thing, I thought you were dead…” Damn…

“I didn’t mean to…” her hot breath was in my ear and her wet tears were soaking my shirt.

 

And I didn’t care.

 

She shook in my arms and I forced myself to calm down. One of us needs to be the strong one and if it would make everything all right I wear I would become a pillar of unbending metal for her.

 

After a moment she sniffled and flexed her fingers on my back. “I swear, I didn’t mean to pass out.” I pushed away to look at her but she didn’t look at me, and it hurt to see her like this.

“You’re okay.” I brushed back her hair and disentangled myself from her. “Don’t do that again.” I said more firmly.

She nodded and brushed fresh tears from her eyes. “I really only wanted to sleep. Sol.”

“Those who want to sleep don’t take five pills, Rage.” I brushed back my hair and any betraying wetness that could be on my face. “Did you know that?”

She looked up at me with half a smile. “No. not really…”

Relief washed the inside of my lungs and it almost felt like I could breathe again. “You only take half a pill.” I found myself inching closer. “Any more and you’ll be addicted.”

She looked down at her hands, one wrapped in plaster and the other attached to an IV.

 

She needs serious care.

 

“I…” I’m sorry… “I shouldn’t have ignored you, this morning.”

She shook her head. And then looked up at me. “I was just being annoying, I’m sorry.”

How can she apologize so easily? “I was being an ass.”

Her eyes shone. “Next time I’ll make my own breakfast. I promise.” Her small fingers, that were peeking from under the hard gauze, touched my hand for an instant before retreating back into her lap. “I wont bother you again about it.”

 

There was a short stretch of comfortable silence, where I almost missed the way she felt in my arms, where I wanted to hold her again and hold her forever.

 

No Fredrick. It is not purely physical. I think… I think I care about this woman… too much.

 

“Do you hate me?” her clear blue eyes studied me curiously. She had asked me this question a couple of times before, neither time did I answer it honestly.

“No.” actually I think its quite the opposite. “No I don’t hate you, Rage.”

Her hand touched mine and remained there, small shocks of warmth sent shivers into my arm. “Can you call me… Millia?” her eyes were full of hope, full of life. I’d given her that, and I wont deny her anything anymore.

 

“Visiting time is over, Sir.” A nurse declared rudely and left without even closing the door.

 

It was annoying, but it had pulled me back to earth as well…

She had me under her spell, I need to keep away as far as possible. She will only hurt me, I will only hurt her.

 

“I need to go. I’ll get you tomorrow.” I sat up without giving her a second glance. I knew that if I looked at her now I’ll never be the same again.

“Sol.” Her hand on my arm tried to hold on me. “Please.”

Don’t give her that, don’t allow her that strength. “Please what?” I forced a guarded mask of indifference and carefully slid my hand away.

She looked disappointed but said nothing more of it. “Good night, then.”

“I’ll be back to get you.” So don’t think that I’m trying to get rid of you. “I promise.”

 

She must have thought that I was trying to get rid of her, because her eyes shone at my promise and a vibrant smile graced her dry, but beautiful lips. “I’ll be waiting for you.”

 

I closed the door behind me in a daze.

 

Did I just pour my heart out to her?

Yes I think you just did.

That’s bad, right?

Is it?

You tell me.

You are the realist in here.

Well this particular encounter messed everything up in my realistic head.

Are you kidding? You touched her! You didn’t kill her! Yay for Sol Badguy!

Cut it out.

No seriously, you didn’t bite her head off or anything, how did you do that?

I didn’t feel bad about being with her?

Yay for you! You should do this more often! You don’t know how smoothly things are going on here after that! 

Quit it, its embarrassing as it is.

Aw don’t be shy! You are two hundred years old! Almost…

Two hundred years of lonely nights and lonely days… Fredrick you think I can change this, if even for a little while?

I think after everything you’ve been through, you deserve a break.

... Thank you, Fredrick.

!!! Um… You are welcome! Now go home before you lose the rest of your realistic thoughts, you are scaring me!

You think I can bring her flowers tomorrow?

That would be totally not you… it would scare her.

Would it scare you?

It would make me faint…

Then roses it is.

 

 

End of chapter twenty eight.