Different Type of Love

23

Cecilia

December 10 1945

When I wake up I still see Loraline next to me. I carefully rub my eyes before stretching and sitting up. I turn my body so now my feet are hanging off of the bed. I look at the window and it's pitch black. 

My head swiftly turns to the clock that is on the left of me. I squint my eyes, trying to tell the time in this darkness. Once I realize what time it is I groan of utter disappointment. 4:23 in the morning.

 One thing that doesn't disappoint me in the utter silence. Too bad I don't feel that tired anymore. 

I carefully remove the covers from Loraline's body and pick her up. She wraps her arms and legs around me as I hold her. I slowly and carefully open the door and walk out. I try to step at lightly as possible. 

When I make it to the steps I poke my head out to make sure I don't miss one and possibly injure the both of us.

Once that nightmare is over I bring her to her room. It's spotless for a child. Not a toy to be seen, although her playroom is a different story. I carefully set her down in her bed and place a kiss upon her head. I head back upstairs to grab shoes.

Instead of putting them on now, I hold them, careful not to make too much noise while walking down the hall. Instead of walking downstairs like I should have, I decide to creep into Elodie's room.

I see Lamar on one side of the bed, snoring like an animal with his shirt off. Elodie is on the other side. I see her making small movement, she almost seems to be trembling. I walk up to her and see her curled up. Tears shimmered in here eyes as some fell. I stand there, in confusion.

Once she sees me she wipes away any sigh of pain. The corner of her mouth lifted in to smile as she sat up, bringing the bed linen with her.

"What happened?" I ask.

"Hm? Oh, nothing." She quietly chuckles. "I just let my thoughts get the best of me, I'm alright now." She breathes.

"What thoughts?" 

"Loraline. And thinking you were mad at me last night when you went off to bed." She cleared her throat. I see her clinging onto the linen, like her life depends on it. 

"Oh." I kiss her head, dismissing her grasp on the sheets. "I'm not mad at you, alright?" I smile. "Well, I'm about to head out."

"Hmm?" Her brows come together to form a bewildered expression. She looks to her clock. "It's 4:34 in the morning." 

"Right, but I'm still heading out."

"Take my car." She offers. "Or I can drive you." When she offered this her eyes lit up.

"No it's alright. I'll walk." 

"No. Not at half past four." 

"Elodie, stay here." I demand, walking off. She grabs my wrist and look me in my eyes. I watch as her blue eyes glistened.

"Please, Cecilia." She nearly pleads. I see the hurt in her eyes and can't bear to say no.

"Fine." I utter. She gets from under the sheet with nothing on but her undergarments. Before I can concentrate my eyes she covers her body.

"Turn around." She demands, so I do. By the sound of shoes sliding in guessing she's now slipping them on. The lack of light makes it hard to see anyway, I'm not sure why I'm turnt around. Not only that, I've seen her body before.

"Will there be a reason I need to get out at any given moment?" She asks with a thin voice. 

"There shouldn't be." I shrug.