Forbidden [1]

Eight

Angelica awoke to a tapping at her window. She looked up at the clock, making out the time to be around 11 through the darkness.

She had already gotten her dinner and decided to go back to sleep, so it must be him!

She jumped out of bed, walking over to the window. She saw him sitting on the sill and smiled. She carefully opened the window, being sure not to make too much noise.

"Hey Blaise," she said, still smiling.

He nodded at her, his bright blue eyes reflecting the light. In his beak, he held a small bag. He motioned for her to take it.

She reached through the bars and took it from him, then forcefully pulled it through, barely fitting it. She stumbled back when it finally popped through. She opened the bag, revealing a small container inside completely filled with rotisserie chicken and a fork.

"Mmm," she said, looking up to see Blaise jump down from the sill and turn into himself.

"Hey, love," he said, walking over to her and hugging her.

"Hey," she said, still smiling, "yay, you brought the chicken."

"You thought I wouldn't?" He laughed, letting go of her and standing in front of her.

"Of course I knew you would," she laughed, walking over to the bed and sitting down. He followed her, sitting down next to her.

She popped open the container, immediately taking in the delicious smell. She took the fork out of the bag and started eating, almost ravenously. It was so delicious, she'd had it before but it seemed even better when the only thing she'd eaten was half-cooked prison food.

"Is it good?" He joked, noticing how quickly she'd been eating.

"It's delicious," she said through a mouthful of chicken. "Aren't you going to eat some?"

"I, uh, already ate," he said, looking away.

She looked at him, noticing that he looked away. "You're lying. Did you eat anything today?"

"No..." he said, looking ashamed.

"Well neither did I, so we can eat together," she said, smiling a little and holding up a piece of chicken to his mouth.

"I'm not really hungry..." he said, still looking down.

"Yes you are, you haven't eaten for... I don't know, but it's been too long," she said, shaking the piece of chicken in front of his mouth. "Please eat it?"

He just shook his head, looking at the piece of chicken in front of him like he couldn't bear the look of it.

She frowned, not really knowing what to do. "Blaise, please?"

"Angelica, I can't..." he said, looking back at the ground.

"Yes you can! Please!" She begged, moving closer to him and still holding the piece of chicken in front of him.

"You don't understand..." he said, gently pushing her hand away from his face, then hugging her.

"I don't understand," she said, looking at the floor, "please, you told me yesterday you'd eat something!"

"I told you I'd try, and I did!" He said, suddenly sounding irritated. He immediately caught the change in his tone. "I'm sorry," he said, hugging her closer to him.

Angelica put the piece of chicken back in the container, setting it next to her along with the fork. She hugged him, laying her head on his chest. "Calm down, I'm sorry I yelled at you..." She noticed that his breathing was a bit uneven. "Are you feeling alright?"