Paloma
He makes sure I get home safely. After doing my job for me, with no intention of taking my pay, with no expectation of something in return. And I can't understand why.
He stands at my door, about to leave. "Goodnight Amunet..."
"You're welcome to stay for a bit." I say awkwardly, not knowing how to repay him.
He doesn't reply.
"Not in that way," I say quickly "just until everything dies down, you're sure to be caught if you leave now."
He looks at me for a moment, before agreeing and coming inside.
He sits on a chair as I boil water for tea.
"Are you hungry?" I whisper. He shakes his head.
"There's already food on the stove, I could just heat it up." I push.
"I'll eat if you're eating too."
I heat up some food and I sit on the other chair, next to him, as I wait.
The silence is so loud.
"Please don't feel like you owe me." he says, breaking the silence suddenly.
I look at him, his covered face, his tired eyes. He looks back at me, and I look away in slight embarrassment.
"Are you cold? It's cold tonight, I can give you a blanket." I say.
"The stove is warm." He whispers.
"Is it too warm?" I ask, he laughs. He has the nicest laugh. Masculine but boyish. I just wish I could see his face.
"And what will you do if it's too warm?" He asks, with soft eyes.
I shrug, feeling stupid. "Make you sit outside." I joke.
He laughs slightly and shakes his head. He looks over at my window, at the curtain fluttering in the wind.
"Doesn't that curtain annoy you?" He asks.
I look at it too and then at him, "No, I love it."
"Oh yeah? Why's that?"
"I just...I miss the wind." I state.
His eyes shift from the curtain to my face quickly. "What do you mean?"
"I miss seeing the wind, where I'm from, there's more grass and trees and crops, and you can see the wind moving, there's not all these endless buildings like Memphis, where the wind is invisible. And I like that curtain, it reminds me of home..."
He stares at me for a while, and I look away, regretting that I said any of that.
"I like you." He states abruptly, I look at him again.
"What?"
"You're like no one I've ever met in my life. I've lived in this city my whole life, I've met so many people, and I only like you."
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My Pharaoh
Historical FictionPaloma makes the decision to enter a secret dangerous life as an assassin in Memphis, to save her family and beloved village from poverty and starvation, there she falls for another assassin of Memphis. Little does she know who he really is.
