The Hidden Heart

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(Declan's POV)

I'm not sure why I was leaving out the part about saving her life. It might even make me look like a hero. I softly chuckle at the thought of me being a hero. What a load of rubbish.

"Why don't I remember anything from last night?" she asked.

I guess it was time to get out of my head again. "Well it was actually a tad more than two days ago, and it was likely a traumatising experience. It'll come back to you bit by bit, don't worry." I replied.

I decided that I didn't want to rush her brain into anything. I know how horrible these things can be.

"Are you hungry, love? There's a fantastic pub downstairs if you want something." Even I'd be hungry after going through such an ordeal. She nods so I get up and open the oak door leading into the room. "I'll let you get changed. There are clean clothes right there next to you. I'll be right outside the door, ok?" She nods again so I shut the door behind me. I take out her necklace again and look at it. I hadn't realised I still had it. I wonder what her life was like before all this happened to her. She seemed so...helpless. I swear helpless people, especially little kids, are my weakness. I'll do anything to make sure that it's all ok for them.

I hear a soft call from the room, "Uh...Declan? I'm dressed." I guess she was still light-headed, or maybe she was just shy.

I open the door once again seeing her sitting on the bed all dressed. "Great!" I say with a smile. "You ready?" She stands, wobbles, and almost falls on the floor. I jump to her aid and catch her arm in time and steady her. I hear the door close as I say, "Careful, take it slow." I take her arm in mine, open the door once more, and lead her down the stairs.

"Oh, I almost forgot, I believe this is yours?" I ask with a smirk, as I hold up her locket. People say that my sarcasm isn't as good as I think it is, but I just don't listen to that kind of negativity. She thanks me and opens the locket. She stares at it for a moment then shuts it like she is being pushed away by some invisible force. She puts it on around her neck and looks back at me. Her eyes are so bright they remind me of...something, something back...home. My eyes are almost black, while hers are the most beautiful colour blue I've ever seen. 

I wake myself from my thoughts once again. I half carry her, and half hold her up as we walk down the steps to the pub. We slowly get closer to the entrance, and the closer we get, the louder the laughter and music gets. I attain a broad smile on my face and open the oak door. I always enjoy coming to The Docket, it's been my home for the past 5 years. Out of the few happy memories I have, most of them are from here.

When we look in, we see many races all having happy conversation and singing. The waitress directs us to an empty table and by the time we sit down, I've completely profiled each person in the room. I enjoy doing this activity and I smile at myself. The woman ordering a drink at the bar was wearing a dress with a cut down the side, I always thought that was very attractive. She wasn't though, she had obviously been divorced some time ago and was trying too hard. I felt bad for her. There was a couple across the room that I projected wouldn't last more than a few weeks. The male was big and tough and prone to anger, it was easy to deduce this because of the facial features he possesses. She wouldn't enjoy that very much and because of her appreciation for herself would soon end it. There was also another couple that I projected would last for a long time, one a dwarf, and one an elf. They were dancing and laughing and both looked at the other like they were each other's world. They both had very giddy dance steps. I smiled at them. I wonder if my deductions and judgements are the reason I have so few friends.

As I came out of my trance, I noticed the inn keeper walking towards our table. He always had information and interesting and funny stories to tell.