It is like the whole room was watching. Everyone and everything was holding their breaths, like watching a show, eager for something exciting to happen.
Me and the blondie were the main characters.
Finally, his lips curled up at the side. Just a little. I could tell he tried to say something, but it came out as a throaty cough. His smile became smaller, just a twist at the side of his lips.
And I stared. He clears his throat, blinking rapidly. "M..." he stops, his hands flying to his throat. He coughs again.
"My name is Ross."
My face was emotionless. 'My name is Ross' is the first thing he says to a girl he never met before? The first sentence he said since he woke up from that short coma? He seemed to be pleased with his first words towards me.
His voice......not too deep, not too high. Perfect. His eyes, gorgeous. His face, innocent.....and weirdly, trustworthy. I tore my eyes away from his face, and glared at the floor.
Our fingers, twitching. Red with blood. Was centimeters apart. I am not uncomfortable. I am oddly, relived by his appearance here. Happy that he existed.
Weird thing to think about a boy who introduced himself to a unfamiliar, torn, broken girl. But I am not the weirdest thing in this room now. He is.
My eyes flickered back to his face, catching him wiping away his blood. He caught my eyes. "What's your name?" His voice was soft, comforting, soothing.
Maybe I couldn't speak.
I had opened my mouth, but nothing came out. My heart starts to pound. "Can you speak?" Ross asks, worry and sympathy lacing his voice. I only look up at him with a wince on my face, and he understood.
"How long have you been here?" He quickly added something. "Like, you can point it out with your hands," his lips curled up again. I slowly look down at my hands. It was like a grandma's. Apart from the blood. It is wrinkled and skinny.
I lifted a finger up for my left hand, and two fingers for my right. His eyes grew wide. "Twelve?" He asked skeptically. I nod. My movements was like a grandma's, too.
His eyes shifted to the floor. Lines I made on the ground with my hands, caught his eyes. "You kept track," he realized. "Smart."
Am I smart?
Then in a blink of time, his gaze was back at my face. "How'd you survive?" I only shrug, how did I? Ross slowly nods, a finger on his chin. "Gift from the Gods, I suppose," I felt his breath against my skin.
I was still crouched on the floor. He was still lying, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, expression thoughtful. I wonder why he hadn't freak out yet. He was calm, thoughtful, his words were carefully chosen.
I envied that. I finally shifted back to my usual position---my butt on the ground, legs pulled up to my chest, my arms wrapped around my legs. He seemed to be taking notes of every movement I made, too.
Ross.
It suits him. Ross. His name almost made me forget mine. Laura, I reminded myself. But I couldn't remember my last name. I focused back on the present. "I'm sorry I ended our conversation," he says carefully.
I barely shrug. "Do you want to sleep now?" Where'd all these questions come from? I look at him. He was unbelievable. It is morning, the sun shone, even in the dark room, I could still see, feel the brightness of the sun.
I shook my head. "Okay," then both of us was wordless. What will happen now? Why did all of a sudden, he dropped into this room when no one had for twelve years? Why is it him, not my family? Just a stranger, with nice manners, a handsome face, and a sexy body.
My expression must be thoughtful, because Ross opened his mouth again. "I'll explain everything later, you look exhausted," I am exhausted. I am always exhausted. "But..." he trails off. "Everything happens for a reason. I guess I came here to help you."
He does choose his words wisely. But he was not finished yet. "Because..." he paused again.
"Hardships never come alone."
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In The Dark
FanfictionA powerful girl in the grasp of a pair rigorous hands. What will that cause? - Dying from physical and mental harm, he suddenly came in. In the dark, isolated from the world. In the dark, he helped me survive. In the dark, he made me feel again. ...