*** Roman ***
I sat there, holding her in my arms waiting for her to come back. It must have been hours of me stroking her hair, mumbling things to her, trying to get her to hear me. She didn't come back. Dammit, wake up. "Winter.... Winter please wake up." Not one damn thing. I cursed under my breath. Not one damn thing. I cursed under my breath. She's not waking up and I'm out of ideas. So I waited.
By the time she woke up the sun had gone down and it was well into the evening. She woke up gasping and crying, rambling incoherent things at barely a whisper. "Winter? Are you ok, I..."
I let my sentence trail off as she buried her face in my chest, "R- Roman... I- I- I..."
I rubbed her back soothingly, "Shh... don't talk about it tonight. We'll talk tomorrow." I picked her up and walked over to her bed and laid down with her cuddling up to my chest. I wrapped my arms around her waist and slowly we both drifted off into the blackness.
*** Winter ***
I woke up actually feeling refreshed. I hadn't slept that good in ages. I rubbed my eyes and tried to get up when arms tightened around me. I looked and Roman was laying next to me, fully-clothed thank God. My breath hitched as I looked at his sleeping profile... He really was gorgeous. His skin was tanned to perfection. He had strong features, a wide jaw that framed his perfect lips. His bottom lip was a little bigger and had a lip ring in the corner, the way he pouted while he slept made it protrude even more. It was unbelievably sexy.
His shoulders were wide, but not too big. They lead down to muscular arms, and big strong hands. His chest was buff, but not bulky. His jeans hung low on his hips and the way his shirt rode up I could see the V of his hipbones. His skin from what I could see was utterly hairless. Dear lord in heaven... This was insane. I looked away, fearing what would happen next if I continued to admire his sweet perfection. He shifted and his hold on me loosened. I slipped from his arms and landed, gracefully, on my knees at the foot of the bed. Note the sarcasm. That freaking hurt. I stood up and walked into the bathroom.
After I was showered, I stared into the mirror. Looking at the pale girl that stared back at me. Her white hair was brushed out and pulled over one shoulder. Her black eyes were guarded and cold. Heartless eyes. Her skin was flawless, but she was pale as a ghost. Her eyes were wide, but not innocently so, they told a story none but herself could see. She stepped back and I looked at her entire body. She was short. Frail. Too thin. Pale. This is not how a 17 year old girl should look. Tears welled in my eyes and a lump formed in my throat, I forced them back. I will not cry dammit. I won't. I wrapped a towel around myself and walked back into my room silently and got dressed. When I was finished getting ready I was wearing [polyvore] and I sat on my bed and watched Roman as his eyelids twitched and his lips moved, forming words I couldn't make out.
Then, out of nowhere, his eyes opened and he stared up at me in shock, "Winter? Why are y-... Oh, right, last night happened... I thought it was a bad dream."
"You're telling me."
He smiled at that, it was a pity smile, I hated it. He sat up, "Alright, down to business. What the hell was that?"
I sighed, and started to explain exactly what 'that' is.
