Timeless and Bliss #wattys2016

Chapter 16

Chapter 16

It was dark, only a few stars rested upon the sky on that mysterious night. An astounding, almost mystifying breeze pressed into my room pushing the curtains around. My head leaned against the open window admiring the uncanny darkness. I took a deep breath and released it hoping to sooth my nerves. This is it.

It had never been my intentions to lead Dexter on. Things between Felix and I had been complicated since day one. Now it felt as if I was finally able to breathe, like a weight had been lifted. Felix's feelings were mutual towards mine and Dexter needed to know regardless of the situation.

I shrugged my leather jacket off my shoulders and untied my boots kicking them off. I had finally discarded the cold sensation that followed me ever since the lake. A rather large mirror hung on a wooden wardrobe that sat across from the bed. It appeared to have carvings engraved by hand along the edges and the door sat slightly ajar. I traced the indentions before I closed the door completely and studied my reflection.

I was a complete and utter mess. My once straight and silky hair was now wavy, knotted and damp from the lake. My clothes were tattered and torn with dirt smudged across my legs and back side. My face itself looked horrendous, my skin was pale, bags were under my eyes from sleepless nights, and a tiny bit of blood that hadn't been washed away was smeared across my lower jaw. I shrugged away the thoughts and began focusing on what I needed to do.

"Okay I can do this. It's just Dexter," I whispered to myself turning away from my reflection. I gathered my courage, stopping at the door with my hand on the cold glass knob. I trapped the fresh air in my lungs and winced at the creaking door in hopes to not wake Felix up.

I opened my eyes and peered into the empty hallways scanning for the path I needed to follow. I began making my way into the hall tip toeing past Felix's room, only then did I exhale. The hallway was long and narrow, stretching across the entire house with many curves to get lost at.

The house was deceiving. The outside, although beautiful, had this eerie mystery to it. The house sort of appeared small. The inside however, was much larger than you would've expected. It was a delicate house that held many secrets and memories. It captivated you at first glance and held you in its own trance. The house had its own inexpressible beauty.

My feet carried me as my mind wondered, and before I knew it I stood in front of Dexter's door. I raised my hand to knock on the old wood but found myself hesitating. I bit my lower lip contemplating to myself on my next move. I wanted to knock and I fought the battle in my head. My fist would get close to the wood then I would quickly pull away only to repeat the process.

Before I could make a decision, the door swung open and a frigid hand pulled me into the icy room. There Dexter stood above me gazing down into me. I darted my eyes to the side trying to avoid those intense eyes staring not only at me, but through me. Reaching deep within me trying to grasp a hold of my every thought, my every feeling, and my every emotion.

"How did you know I was out there?" I tried my best not to stutter. I was firmly pressed against the wall creating very little space between him and me.

"You were making a lot of noise," was all Dexter said. He smiled interlocking my hand with his. His lips began to inch closer to mine and before I realized what was happening I felt his lips once more.

"No. No. No, "I repeated slipping under his arm freeing myself. "Look I need to tell you something." I sat on the edge of the bed and motioned for him to come join me.

"I...uh...look Dexter I-"

"It's not me," Dexter bewildered me.

"It's not you?" I questioned him on the turn this conversation had suddenly taken. He couldn't have possibly figured it out.