When the moon met the sun (ENGLISH VERSION)

-10- MY PRETTY BRUNETTE

-TOM'S POV-

I pushed open the front door to the point of throwing myself on the floor, and turned my head to see Blaire, cigarette in hand, turning her head towards me. She was alone.

Blaire
- Hey, Tom. Are you all right ? What's the matter with you?

I'm out of breath. I put my hand on my chest, approaching her.
- Blaire? Are you okay...?

Blaire
- I'm fine. But you seem to be completely out of it.

I try to catch my breath as best I can. I look to my left, then to my right. There's no one there. No sign of John. It was just us. She and I. Under a starry December sky.

Blaire
- Tom? You're starting to scare me.

I rest my eyes on her, smiling softly.
- It's all right...
I say with a sigh.
- You'll catch your death of cold. Shall we go home?

She nods, and I let her go ahead of me, watching her back.

The fear that John might still be there overwhelms me to the point of shivering. I place my hand gently on the small of her back as we walk to the elevator.

In the corridor leading to our rooms, a deathly silence hisses through the room. I walk beside her, still disturbed by the situation of a few minutes ago.

Blaire
- Well...I'm off to bed.

Tom
- Don't you want to come to my room?
I asked, almost cutting her off.

She looks at me, raising her eyebrows.

Blaire
- Um...for?

I'm wide-eyed
- Oh no, no! Not for what you think! I just want you next to me while I sleep?
I say almost in a whisper, bringing my hand to the back of my neck, caressing it up and down.

She ends up smiling at me. That sweet smile she has, every time.
- Let's go to your room then.

I smile back, gently grabbing her hand to enter the room.

I end up lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds before resting my gaze on her. Looking her up and down. She's removing her make-up in the bathroom directly opposite me.

I watch her every move.

I sit up, resting my head on the headboard. She approaches me, lying on her stomach beside me. She tucks her arms under the pillow, resting her head on it.

She looks at me, her gaze drawn by the tired features of her face.

Her eyes close slightly. I brush the few strands of hair from her face. Eventually, she opens them again, plunging her gaze into mine.

I stroke her cheek with my thumb. She looks so calm, her eyes reassure me, as if they were smiling at me.

She closes them again, gently drifting off to sleep.

1:00am...

I stare at the ceiling, tracing the events of the past and the consequences of the future.

2:34am...

She looks so peaceful. The blanket reaches almost to the bottom of her nose. I brush the few hairs from her face, looking at her, not saying a word.

3:56am...

Sleep still hasn't taken me. My arm is around Blaire's waist, my head resting on her shoulder blades, her breathing heavy and regular.