When the moon met the sun (ENGLISH VERSION)

-19- LIKE A FAREWELL KISS

-TOM'S POV-

Screams and agonizing thuds imprison me. I feel the world moving around me.

My eyes finally adjust to the room's bright light.

I was lying with my back to the floor.

When I see Georg's big head in front of me, I realize I'm no longer dreaming.

Georg
- He's back !

I blink several times, still trying to understand what had just happened.

It's all happened in a fraction of a second, and yet I feel as if I've been lying on the floor for an eternity.

Bill
- Stand up, bro.

He grabs my arm and puts it around his shoulders. I lean lightly on him to get up.

When I straighten my head, I see Blaire in the corner of the room, her arms crossed against her chest.

I'd rather she'd put her arms around me and shot me in the chest than stand there staring at me with that look of disgust.

Bill settles me on one of the chairs in the room.

I rest my elbow on my thigh, pressing my forehead into the palm of my hand.

Bill crouches down in front of me, his eyes full of concern.

Bill
- Are you all right? What's happened?

My eyes meet his.

Tom
- I'm fine, just heat stroke

Bill
- Heat stroke? You've just given us the heebie-jeebies, face down on the floor.

Tom
- I promise I'm fine, Bill.
My eyes go back to the brunette, who hadn't moved a millimeter.

Bill glanced behind him, where mine had been, before looking back at me.
- Give her time.

Tom
- I'm running out of time, Bill.
I say, raising my voice slightly.

He sighs, resting his hands on my lap.
- So... Talk to her now.

I'm still staring straight into his eyes. In a fit of ecstacy, I leap to my feet, completely forgetting the discomfort I'd just experienced.

I approach Blaire, who still doesn't move a millimetre, staring me up and down.

- BLAIRE'S POV -

He suddenly stands up, coming dangerously close to me. I don't flinch, on the contrary.

He stands in front of me, his eyes planted in mine.

That dark gaze hitting the irises of my eyes.

Tom
- Let me talk to you, Blaire.

I move my head slightly, taking a deep breath.

Tom
- please.

I sigh, heading for the exit, gesturing for him to follow.

We reach the back of the building, and I take a cigarette from my pack, handing one to him as well.

He takes it without flinching. We both light up our nicotine fix, illuminated by the flames of our lighters.

I rest my back against the wall, inhaling the smoke from my cigarette before blowing it out into the air.

He raised his head to my face. He didn't look nervous, as if his discomfort had finally made him accept his crime.