Glamour [Book 1] (Completed)

Chapter 9 | Breath Bound

Chapter 9

                  

It was when I got home that night I had begun to feel uneasy. I had stripped myself of my dress that now lay across my bedroom floor. I was anxious to fall asleep, but sleep was not ready for me. My arms and legs spread out on my purple comforter and I sigh. I ponder the cracks and dents in my ceiling, wondering if I could trace the marks above me. That was when I heard the voice. At first I had thought it was my mind playing a prank on me: that I was drunk and unable to understand what was going on. I can't get drunk off one sip of wine- can I?

When his face lifted up to my bedroom window I was not even in the least surprised to see him. He scampered inside- and I waited for him to approach me.

"What are you doing here?" I wanted to sound clear and confident, but I was sure my voice dropped a few degrees and came choppy.

He still understood me. "I came to see you, are you doing all right?" he leans his elbows by my bedside and I turn over so my left arm was holding my head up from beneath me. My fingers lay under my left eye, and I survey his face. His jaw wasn't as profound as I remembered it to be, and he was no longer wearing a smile on his tanned face. One little strand of brownie-brown hair fell between his emerald eyes, and I reached my right hand out from under my covers to brush it away. His gray hood fell back behind his head, and nestled by his neck. Two little ears poked from under the shaggy hair, and I was tempted to pull his hair out of the way so I can see them better. His nose was long, and pointed slightly at the end. I generally like to think that noses are not cute but his was pretty cute to look at because it made his lips look softer. The top lip was thinner than the bottom, and it was shaped to stand the cracks of the cold weather. Under the lips, when he spoke again, I could see the white teeth that hid beneath; it was as if he bleached them before sneaking into my house.

"What?" My lungs thrive for air, churning and protruding into my ribs, and my own green eyes cannot help but look over to his broad shoulders.

He shudders, and cocks his head to the side; making his hair fall over to the right side of his face. The round eyes he looks out of glimmer slightly. He was curious, and at that moment: so was I. "Are you even yourself? You look drunk."

I giggle and tap the end of his nose: "Yeah." I answer, not sure what I was saying. "I can be drunk."

He sighs a long breath and becoming agitated, "Eris, I'm not sure you will remember me by tomorrow but if tonight is the only night I have. Then I will make it last. When you turn seventeen, in 27 hours, you will be able to control your own destiny. That means you can decide if I can be in it." He stands, towering over me with a small 5"8 height, and backs away: "Okay, I must go. I wanted to check in on you. Goodnight Eris Meyer, and may your last nights as a safe and innocent sixteen year old be blessed."

I nod, desperately wanting to keep my eyes open, but it felt too good to have him put two fingers on my eyelids and lightly close them. He kisses my forehead and exits the room without another thought; closing my window on his way out.

I didn't need his number after all.