Letters of Loath

E: Morning

Her small body rises and falls as her head leans on my chest, our legs tangled in the covers. I watch her still face, she's stunning. I try to match her breathing and almost suffocate, I don't get how she can inhale that slowly. The sun pours in through the open balcony doors as the long curtains billow in the breeze. I watch the birds soaring over the lake and admire the beautiful view as the mountains are lit up. I jump out of my skin as my alarm blares beside me, I quickly smack it but I'm too late, she's already woken up. She groans, burying her face into my shoulder as I lightly stroke my fingers along her bare arm, watching light goose bumps appear on her flawless skin.

"Good morning." I murmur, pushing her hair aside to reveal hazel eyes peeking up at me; the green in them is brighter than ever. I never thought I would wake up so happy to have a dead arm, because the thing causing it is my most favourite thing. She groans once again in response, rubbing her eyes, and smiles up at me. Her arms pull me in closer and I return the favour, wrapping the sheets tightly around her as I pull her fully on top of me. She giggles, a sound I have longed for such a time to hear. Her hands cup my face as she kisses me, my arms tight around her waist. I think I've died and gone to heaven. I've never been so happy before. This moment is perfect, I never want it to end.

We lie in bed for hours, just talking, laughing; her, constantly encased in my aching arms. We ignore the knocks on the door, shushing each other with giggles as people shout through the locked door at us about breakfast and the eggs going cold. Eventually we drag ourselves out of the soft sheets, sneaking her quietly back into her own room, her door opposite mine. I shower and pull on some clothes, smiling to myself the entire time. We've only got two more days before we have to return to reality, but I'll take whatever I can get. I push open my door, meeting her raised hand, about to knock, and surprised face. I grin down at her as her eyes soften, swelling with a soft knowing. I follow her down the stairs, her face constantly turning to look at mine, a smile plastered on her flawless skin.

"Look whose awake." Dario greets us from the full table. I take the seat in between Lyo and Nico, her taking the one opposite me, next to Paige and Marcy. We steal glances across the table as we eat, grinning at each other, unaware of the people surrounding us. I take a sip of my water, suddenly chocking on it as I hear Lydia ask me a question.
"So how did you sleep Elio?" I see Rose raise a hand to her mouth, obviously trying to hold back a giggle.
"Good." I reply in between coughs.
"Weird," She says with a sly grin, "I got woken up by something last night, sounded like shouting." I stare at her with begging eyes, imploring her to keep quiet, suddenly aware of how close her room is to the stairs.
"Must have been the wind." I reply, taking another bite of my breakfast as a giggle explodes from rose, which she tries to turn into a cough, but the others watch us with inquisitive glances. Thankfully Lydia keeps quiet, saving me from the wrath of Nico. It's safe to say he won't be happy when he finds out.

I end up back outside, lounging on a sunbed next to Lyo. I was somehow cold, despite the burning sun rays, like I was missing something. Rose walked out, and suddenly it wasn't anymore. She was radiant, dressed only in a pale blue bikini. I wanted to run to her, pull her into my arms and feel the familiarity of her lips. I wished Lyo wasn't beside me, I wished Paige wasn't sat on the grass. I saw Rosie glance at me before slowly walking into the water, diving in when it reached her waist. She resurfaced further into the lake, but I could still see her eyes watching me, beckoning me. I looked at Lyo and Paige, both of them had their eyes firmly closed, so I quietly stood up and headed towards her lure. 

The water greeted me with an icy chill, contrasting the sweltering heat of the air. I slowly make my way towards her breath-taking figure, hazel eyes following my every move. Just as I get a few metres away from her, I dip into the cool water, swimming slowly underwater towards her. I grab her around the waist and hear a muffled shriek as I pull her under with me. She grins, small bubbles escaping her lips as she silently laughs below the surface. I watch her hair swirl and spiral above her, the green of her eyes blending into the algae beneath us. She looks ethereal, like some siren, luring me further and further downwards. But I would follow, I would always follow her.