Mechanical Heart

Chapter 33

Karita's P.O.V.

I sat staring at my dim reflection on the shattered mirror that lied motionless on the floor. Motionless, that's a word that would be able to describe my life in simplicity. My heart, my feelings have all become motionless. My now natural brown hair were sprawled across my shoulders in a mess, some of the strand curled in locks while the others unbalanced just flowing with the motion. My hands began to tremble, and I felt my lips quiver. I blinked, staring once again at the girl in the shattered glass, with smudged mascara and eye liner running down her face, along with a tear drenched face, the hair was just all of the place, with a ripped up shirt falling off her shoulder, and the fact that over sized shirt failed miserably trying to hug my petite and extremely malnourished figure. I have lost the ability to feel hope and happiness. I do feel, obliterating emotions would demolish the whole idea of me still being human, however I just feel sad, upset, gloomy, depressed, defeated and dark. It's funny how they all seem and sound the same but they are actually not. The door to my room creaked open. There stood Derek, shirtless and in Boxers. He looked at me with pitiful eyes. He place himself beside me on the bed. He leaned back and tugged on arms, making me helplessly lie on his bare chest. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead. I was tired and needed to rest, I wrapped my hand around his waist and forced my eyes shut, and waited for sleep to entrance me.

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Derek's P.O.V.

I watched her closed eyes and furrowed brows. She was struggling even in her sleep, and I couldn't do much. The pleasure that arised in me when she wrapped her arms around my waist, hugginh me to her body before she felt asleep. I let my eyes ravish her, what I would do to be with her, or be the reason she smiles and can sleep in peace. I let my hands trace her body outline and I felt her eyes flutter open.

"Do you want this?" I questioned her, getting on top of her.

She nodded meekly. "Xavier." She mumbled, her eyes barely open

It's okay if she thinks I am Xavier for the night, I don't mind as long as it makes her happy for once. I let my lips clash upon heres, showering her the same kind of love Xavier would be giving to her. I traced her outline and then once again brought my lips down on hers. When she wouldn't respond I pulled apart, her eyes were shut and lips partially parted. She fell asleep. I got up of the bed and went into the living room. I came back in with her favorite camera, the one that Xavier and I bought together with the saved up money on her 15th birthday. 10 years ago. I walked back into the bedroom and focused the lens on her sleeping figure. I zoomed in her angelic face. Her ripped shirt falling clumsily on her body, her hair sprawled messily behind her head. Her arms flabbered in a position that I just pinned her down in. He eyes shut, her long lashes breaking through and her pink pale lips partially parted.

SNAP!

She stirred a bit but did not awaken. I smirked at the fact that she was oblivious to the absolute beauty she truly was. It's funny how people who are genuinely angelic both physically and in personality do not have the ability to acknowledge themselves. Yet those who are equivelant to trash acknowledge themselves a tad too much. I threw on an old basket ball jersey and walked out to the kitchen. I turned on the stove and brought out a pan. I began chopping the chicken into tiny pieces, cutting them so it would be easier to fry them, and let the sauce on the pan seep into the bits and bits on chicken. The flame on the pan ignited like the way my heart would ignite every time when I would see Karita. I felt strong arms wrap around my waist. I turned to see Karita, with her barely open eyes and messy hair.

"Morning." I smiled at her.

She pulled back instantly. "Oh Derek, it's you. What you making?"

"Chicken fried in flavoured sauce wrap." I smiled at her.

"Sounds delicious." She licked her lips while placing herself down on the dinning table.

"It is my special dish actually." I winked at her sitting accross from her bringing in the plates.

She took a bite from it. "I can see why. It's soooo good. Are you sure made it?" She said smirking at me.

"Hey! Are you doubting me?" I mocked being hurt.

"Yes yes I am." She threw her head back laughing, flicking water into my face.

"No, not the hair, please." I frowned protecting my hair.

She arised from her chair tilting the glass filled with water upside down on top of my head.

"Woops." She grinned.

I got up flustered and ran up to her tickling her. She fell to the floor trying to catch her breath. As soon as she was up on her feet she spun on her heels and skidded of in the opposite direction. I ran after her dragging my hands along. When I finally caught sight of her, I let my fingers brush her waist which earned a giggle from her. I laughed knowing I have got her. She spun facing me, looking at me with fake anger.

"Derek, don't."  She warned poking her finger at me.

"Don't what?" I batted my eye lids at her.

I tickled her waist, as she squeled at the contact trying to wiggle out of the way from my fingers grasp. When I finally pulled apart we were both on the floor flustered from being into hysterics for the whole time.

"That was fun." She smiled at me.

She got up and left the room.

"Where you going?" I called out after her.

She came back in with a towel on her hand. She kneeled in front of me, slightly towering over me. She brought the towel to my hair and gently wiped the dampness and wetness off. I watched her from the corner of my eyes.

"Thank you for making me laugh." She smiled with a glint of wickedness in her eyes.

"Well you owe me." I stated crossing my arms and puffing out my chest.

"And what would that be?" She questioned still drying off my hair.

"A date. A proper date. Where your eyes are only on me." I stared at her.

Her body froze for a moment and then she looked down at me. She sat down leveling herself with me. From her blank expression she broke out into a smile and nodded.

"Okay. Let me go change then."

She brushed her lips against my cheek and then left heading towards the bathroom.