CHAPTER 2(part one): this is emmie's dream to start off chapter two, i know its not much but ive been busy recently
Emmie pushed open the huge entrance doors of the palace
with more force than necessarily. In the few seconds they were opened
they allowed more light to spill into the already bright entrance hall. She
rushed through the hall, her footfalls echoing off the high crystal walls. She was looking for him, she knew he'd be there.
She turned down a short corridor and saw him. He was leaning casually against a marble pillar examining his nails. He was no longer on duty so instead of wearing his full armor he had on a black tunic and pants. The all black outfit along with his black hair made his skin look even paler.
He remained completely oblivious to her presence until she was only a few foot steps away at which point he quickly glanced at her, catching her eyes with his, and then returned his gaze to his nails. In the brief second in which their eyes met Emmie almost lost her nerve.
She continued walking, increasing her speed, until she reached another corridor which she turned down immediately. She walked passed two pillars and then moved quickly behind the third to hide and wait amongst the shadows.
A few minutes later she heard hurried foot steps coming towards her. It only took them a few seconds to reach where she was, at which point they became silent. Then he was there, standing in front of her, his silhouette just visible in the shadows.
"Aro," Emmie breathed.
He took a step closer allowing his angel's face to become more visible. Emmie looked at her feet.
"We can't keep doing this," she said.
He took another step closer. She looked up at him and regretted it almost instantly. He was now close enough for her to see his piercing blue eyes clearly. She felt her heart thud painfully in her chest. She tried desperately to hold herself together, to not allow the swirling of blues in his eyes to melt her resolve into nothing. She managed, with difficulty, to stare back down at her feet.
"It's only a matter of time before we're found out, before we're caught," she allowed the words to escape her before she could change her mind.
He was silent and then he took yet another step to close the distance between them. Slowly he leaned his head towards hers until his lips were right beside her ear. Emmie's body became rigid from the proximity of him and she was struggling not grab his face right there and crush his lips on hers, to tell him to forget what she had said. But she couldn't, she knew this was for the best.
"Please don't do this to me," he said, his voice desperate.
Emmie felt a lump form in her throat and a tear roll down her cheek. She slowly raised her head and turned so that her lips were just inches from his. She had to resist no matter how much this hurt her or him.
He opened his mouth and uttered one final whispered plea, "Please don't leave me".
