Alternatively - A Pob/Leon Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Eight - Topfah

After Tion and Caleb left, I exhaled the pent-up breath I hadn't noticed I'd been holding and flopped backward on the sofa. Leon had gone out with his brother and Fiat to give me some privacy to explain everything to my friends about Nat. The police had taken both Nat and Dome—I wasn't sure how that was going to play out but as I laid there, in Leo's house, I couldn't help feeling as if I belonged there.

It still bothered me that I knew precisely where Leon's room was without having been there before.

Slowly, I stood and thought of each room in the house, knowing precisely where they all were. I roamed the house, even finding a folded piece of paper that I'd seen in my dreams.

"I will love you forever, Pob." I read and my heart sank.

Was the word forever subjective?

Did it hold a different length of time for each person?

Did Leon blame me because P'Pob's forever was so short?

My dreams blasted through my head then and I gripped my temples. The paper slipped to the ground as I screamed in pain.

What's happening?

"P'Fah?"

The voice sounded far away. It was as if they were shouting my name from a different planet. But I couldn't concentrate—not on the voice, not on who the person was—all I felt was pain.

Slipping to one knew, I gritted my teeth.

"P'Fah?"

Hands gripped my shoulders.

"What's wrong? Tell me what's wrong?"

You've been loving the same soul for over eight hundred years.

"It hurts." I managed.

Though the light made the pain worse, I looked up through half closed eyes to see the person was Leon. I turned into him, pressing my face into his throat and wrapping my arms around him.

"Make it stop." I whimpered. "Please, Leon."

"It's okay, P'Fah." He whispered, holding me. "I'm here. Don't be afraid."

That was all I remembered—aside from the old woman telling me I'd been loving the same soul for eight hundred years. Each time something like this happened, her voice and face would fill my head leaving me feel as if I was living in someone else's shell.

When I woke again, I was lying on my back, a slow beeping sound echoing around me, something warm gripping my left hand and the room being brighter than it probably should.

I groaned.

"P'Fah?"

Leon—my love.

It was hard to catch my breath.

Still, Leon hovered over me, framing my cheeks in his warm palms and kissing my forehead, my nose, between my eyes, my lips.

He'd been worried—I could tell by the tremble of his hands, the look in his eyes, the kisses he feathered over my face.

"I'm okay." I managed, trying to look around the room.

My sister was asleep on the sofa across the room, draped in a white blanket.

"Flower?" I croaked.

"You've been unconscious for three days." Leon told me. "Don't you ever scare me like that again."

I tried smiling. "Fah kho tod, na." I managed.

"The doctors don't know what was wrong." Leon sat on the side of my bed. "They've done all the tests but couldn't find a reason why you were just out."