She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
One moment you are nothing, next thing you know you are shoved into a world you had no say in being in.
Then your alive.
That's where Athena stands at thr moment. One moment she thought she had just gotten in a car accident. She thought her bike was totaled on the side of the road.
Next thing you know she's dreaming of a life she must have had. And she can't seem to remember any of it.
She knew where everything was in this apartment. Here she thought this was her first time entering it.
She knew where the extra toilet paper rolls were stored. Or where the key to the liquor cabinet was hid.
It was slightly creepy.
And the man, she knew him. From somewhere. Well, probably from this house. Seeing as he must live here.
Matteo. He told her his name was Matteo. Gift of God, that's what it meant.
He knew sign language, well he could read it. He seemed to struggle slightly with signing. It made Athena wanted to smile though.
It was cute.
Cupola, that's what Matteo told her the cats name was. He said that Cupola liked her more than he had ever liked Matteo. So it made since why he stand close to Athena at any time.
Slowly it turned to night, Athena's hunt for more memories started to whined down.
She remembers the kitchen, more than anything else. She remembered someone dancing with her there. Someone cleaning, and more cleaning. She remembered someone picking her up off the floor, when she had just too much to drink.
She remembered how in the living room she would watch movies with someone. Cuddle on the couch, comma and Athena knew that was a memory. Because she could remember the feel of the fabric underneath her fingers. The hard muscle of skin under her hand. The sounds of shallow breaths that were taken while watching some Disney movie.
She had a life in this house. She just didn't know with who.
"You can take the bed, I'll be on the couch." Matteo had said when it got too dark.
Athena nodded in agreement, but somewhere in her mind she knew this wasn't right. Somewhere in her mind told her that she wasn't to go to be alone.
That she had someone to lay with. Someone to make her feel safe.
So when Athena reached the empty room. The bed calling her to sleep. She turned back around and went to the couch.
She stood there watching him. His sweatpants hanging low on his waist as he made the couch bed.
She waited for him to turn, not wanting to scare him.
She watched him work, and slowly bits came to her.
As she watched his hands work, she remembered him cooking for her.
As she watched his back flexed she remembered gym meets they would work together at.
But most importantly. She slowly remembered how his touch set her on fire.
That's why she slowly walked up to him. Standing us a few inches away from his back.
She watched him turn to her, his confused expression just made the wait more unbearable.
She just had to see. Just had to see if it was all real.
So she leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck.
His breath caught as he watched her.
Athena watched his eyes, trying to see if anything like this was a bad move. Bit when all she saw was hope. She leaned up.
Gripping the back of his neck, she forced his lips to hers.
At first he was a statue, he didn't move an inch. Like he was scared he would freak her, and she would run from him.
But when she slowly kissed him, he was gone. He moaned, leaning deeper into her. Wrapping his arms around her waist. Pulling her closer.
It felt like he would never let her go again. At that very moment, Athena hoped he never would.
