The Chosen.

Second Coin

I sit on the front porch of the small westward facing cabin, letting the chill of the frost in the air nibble at the tip of my nose. I stare diligently at the two identical coins between my chapped and red fingers. 

Yesterday when I pulled the prized coin from Ruth's inner vest pocket, I couldn't help but look at her face. The desperation was stuck in her expression even though she had died long before. I can't help but to feel this was all for a reason, like Ruth served a purpose in my story. I think that purpose was to bring me the second coin. 

The low groan of hunger pains rip throughout my body. I hadn't eaten in over a day, none of us had. Though i was becoming fond of our little cabin, it was time to part ways. 

"Ready?" Sloane asks as she and the others emerge from the cabin. I nod, wishing i didn't have to remove myself from my thoughts. After handing me my backpack, she slips past me following the others down the steps of the cabin.

We've decided to head into town to find some food before planning to find the third coin. Of course everyone besides Sloane, Georg, and Gustav would have to make themselves scarce when we get there, considering we have missing persons posters of us scattered all over the country. 

As i felt the leaves crunch beneath my boots, i can't get what Sloane said last night out of my damn head. "Just love with out the fear of consequences." If only it could all be so simple. I shake my head. But what if it could be? 

I wish nothing more than for my mind and soul to be as free as hers. In that aspect i'm extremely jealous of her, I always have been. She has such an ability to let herself love and be loved, one that i entirely can't relate to. The twins were really my first experience of love, and i'm worried that i've ruined it.

"Hey." Says a voice beside me, startling me from my stares into the autumn leaves that cover the ground.

I'm met with Bill's big brown eyes. I manage a sheepish smile before cutting my eyes back down to the ground. I can feel my pulse quickening in my chest. 

When i first met Bill, his eyes were always plastered with dark smudged makeup. But since he lost his memory, he has taken to his natural look. I'd be lying if i said i didn't miss the dark and sultriness of his eyeliner but theres something about how innocently beautiful his eyes look this way that makes my stomach drop to my knees. 

"I'm sorry for treating you like you're not your own person. I never meant it to be that way. I think i just got so caught up in wanting you that i let my emotions get the best of me." He explains.

My eyes cut to the rest of the group, wishing no one could hear our conversation right now. I know most of my business has been common knowledge and made a public display but that doesn't mean i wanted it to be that way.

"It's fine." I nod, giving Bill a small reassuring smile. I don't want things between him and I to be awkward, I miss how things used to be.

"And i know Tom is too. He's just having a hard time expressing his feelings." He says. My heart melts at Bill's ability to always worry about others. A trait i always have valued, something i have always looked for in a partner. 

"Thank you, Bill... for everything." I look up at him, and for the first time in a long time, when his eyes reach mine, I don't look away. Letting his gaze linger on mine, the corners of his mouth perks up in a smile. 

"What do you mean?" He asks.

"I just mean, i don't know if i would have made it through this with out you... either of you really." I murmur back, watching him as he stops in place. My brows dip down in confusion. I look up to see the faint outlines of the others as they make their way into the distance of trees.

"Bill? What's wrong?" I ask, but before i know it,  his hand cups the side of my cheek. 

His feet shuffle on the ground, taking a few steps closer to me. As he bridges the gap between us, i feel the warmness of his breath against my skin. My eyes timidly look up from his chest, to his eyes. His eyes admire the shape of my lips, sizing them down.

"Kiss me." I demand.

Bill nods his head and delicately places his velvety soft lips against mine.