Dancing With Death (Wattys2016)

Chapter Four

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AN/ Cover by lackingromance

Dancing with Death

"I don't believe you." I shook my head; even the thought that it could be true was crazy.

"You should. Think about it. The people magically appearing? It is true." He answered walking closer, effectively making me move in sync with him. Just in the opposite way.

"It just isn't possible! She is dead, and you, you are crazy!! Now you're passing your disease to me!" I snapped. I couldn't even bring myself to fathom the thought that she was alive. Not after all that time spent trying to repair my broken heart after she died. No, I wouldn't succumb my heart to another heartbreak. Except this time worse.

I would be hopeful, and that means risking my heart once again. I was scared that all the fractured pieces that I had so carefully put back together would come crashing down. Carrying all of the whole parts with it, they would shatter into a million pieces. I would finally be truly broken.

I was scared I wouldn't be able to pick up the pieces.

Suddenly I felt a hand touch my arm, I hadn't even seen him move. He tiled my head up, urging my eyes to look into his. I let him. They were as blue as they had always been. A Caribbean blue that could whisk my heart away like I was actually somewhere else entirely. That meant they were dangerous.

Not even just his eyes, but him. The strange way he made me want to tell him everything. I trusted him regardless of his actions. I wanted so desperately for him to hold me, and tell me that everything would be okay. I finally wanted someone else to help me carry the burden. I didn't want to worry about everything all the time. The cold truth was that I craved to be looked after for once. I just wanted him to be with me.

That scared me.

Actually it drove me crazy. I couldn't understand what was different about him. I had never needed anything; from anyone, but suddenly he made me want all the things I have always despised.

Or so I thought I did.

Maybe you could call it a moment of weakness, a kink in my armor. Perhaps a moment of stupidity. No matter what you call it the outcome was the same. What I would call it is a moment of boldness for sure on his part. Mine? Not quite sure.

But I let him, Peanut Butter, bring me back to the present. His hands were rough and calloused. They were slightly grating against my skin as they traced the contours of my face.

I closed my eyes, and he pulled me even closer by the waist. I latched onto a bunch of his shirt directly behind his shoulder. I hid my face in his chest. Then I let out a sigh, sinking into his hold. I could feel him smile against my hair as he rested his head on the top of mine.

We lapsed into silence. Both of us seemingly enjoying each other's company. Never had I ever experienced a moment like this. Before I would have never allowed it, but it seemed like something had changed. I wasn't quite sure what it was. I don't think he knew but I couldn't be sure. Either way, we were both happy with ignoring the world.

Suddenly a sigh came from above me, "What am I going to do with you?"

I was so close that I could feel his intake of breath, his chest rising and falling in sync with mine. Our breaths were mixing. Hot air circulating between us, and he faintly smelled of my favorite cologne.