The Story: Part 2

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  So I'm standing in front of my door and you know... I'm going into my Ex-room to find an apple. Wherever it may be, because I've already forgotten where i might have placed it. I've even forgotten what color it was. And Ill most likely walk out without it because i'm going to get distracted by something and completely forget about it. Then i'll have to deal with a rotten apple when i finally decide to clean my house. Well i'll have to deal with a lot of uneaten and smelly rotten food... But anyway, I finally decide to open the door and well. No sign of that stupid apple. But You know what i saw a sign of? Movement. Hans was no longer on his back, but now he was on his side! I was so happy! I could cry. And I kinda did. But He looked much more relaxed now. Almost peaceful. I stood there staring and smiling like a dummy. But i figured that I'd leave the room. I think ill make something for him. like maybe some soup or porridge. if he wakes up again, I'm sure he'll be hungry. Oh! And thirsty, Better get him some water or something too. But I look at him again before leaving the room. He has such a cute sleeping face.  

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  So.... I ended up having to go out and buy stuff... After checking my kitchen I found nothing to make anything for a sick person. I just go out to my backyard and pick some fruits and they are my meals pretty much. I stopped cooking for myself a long time ago. It's depressing since I live by myself and all. And since he needs something soft to eat, I can't feed him apples or lemons. Well maybe lemons. But not a lot of people like them. He may not like them. But I'm just going to make porridge. It's quick and simple. And it's even quicker, because I got it in a box. I'll add some stuff to make it less bland. But my kitchen is an absolute mess. Well my whole house is a mess. And I didn't feel like digging through everything in the kitchen to look for the pot that may or may not be clean. Yeah I know, gross, but I'm lazy, so sue me. I mixed up the ingredients and threw it in the microwave. And boom after like 3 minutes. It was done. Well not completely, I threw in some cinnamon and some other spices, now it's done. Now all I have to do it put it in the room and wait for the next time he wakes up. Well I won't wait in there. That's weird and strange. I'm not that strange. I'll just go in there every few hours to see it he has eaten it. 

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The figure slowly opened his eyes. He smelled cinnamon. The smell was strong and that it was only getting stronger. He realized that he was going to see her again, after all these years. He wondered if she had changed at all. No, he was sure that she was still the same person he saw all those years ago. Sleeping in a field that was soon to become a battlefield, not having a single care in the world. Still as beautiful... White hair, and golden eyes. Eyes that have seen so much but still looking for the beauty in the world. He could only imagine what her name was, he never did ask her, and she never said. He could her turning the knob on the door, and the door cracked, he shut his eyes completely. Waiting.

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I slowly opened the door. When I looked at him I noticed that he hadn't moved since last time, which was a bummer. So I figured I'd put the porridge on the nightstand for him when he wakes up. When I put it down, something grabbed my wrist.

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I grabbed her, and pulled her with enough force that she was underneath me. I leaned over her, and I looked at her face and started to look at her body, then directly into her eyes. She was still as beautiful. Not a thing in the world could beat her beauty. I smiled. Now that everything's over, I guess I can finally live my life. The look on her face was of utter shock. I don't think she expected it. Which made it all the better, I had the element of surprise. Yet, I too was surprised. She was stumbling over her words, attempting to make a sentence with the reddish blush on her face. She was adorable... Simply.. Adorable..

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Not only is he now awake. But he was leaning over my body like something that had finally caught its prey. And It was, well embarrassing for me. I was left with no words as i stared up at his face. His eyes scanned me, and then he looked at me. And he slight shut his eyes, my heart started to race. I didn't even know what to do.  Then I was left with no breath as he fell on me and knocked it out of me. now I'm trying to get limp body that weighs over 200 pounds off me when i myself am in a weird position. I'm not going to lie, I had a hard enough time getting him into the house the first time. 

Ahhh!!! What the Heck! I cant even get him off of me.... I kinda feel like crying. But I got him off enough to where i can breath again. So I guess its not all that bad now. Well, at least he's warm. thats a good sign, he's not dying anymore.  But I guess the only thing i can do now is lay here.  And hope he wakes up soon... though now i'm not going to complain when a hot man is laying on top of me, and its not like i have anything better to do. But um.. You know.

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To Be Continued 

(Sorry it took soo long!! And thats it's so short.... A lot of stuff has happened over the last 8-9 months. I was going to wait till it was longer and done. But a lot of people have been asking when it would be out. So here you go guys. I have no idea when part 3 will be out.)

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