In The Dark

□FIVE□

His body went stiff, and he pulled me out of his embrace. His eyes searched mine, and his lips trembled slightly. "Was it my imagination?" He wonders out loud, his fingers slightly brushing his chin.

"No," I choked out. My voice was raspy, and said between coughs. His eyes traveled to my eyes, then down to my mouth. "Well this is surprising," he says. My eyes skirt his face. Thoughtful, and suprised of my revelation.

"But also great information," he adds. Already, my hands ached to touch his. I ached for his warmth, and his smile that presented his heart, his feelings. His rigorous hands, on my skin, making bumps appear. His light hazel eyes on mine, alive but enigmatic.

I nod hesitantly. it is the fact that I could start a conversation with him, to understand him better, that excites me. So I say "What is your last name?" My words came out slow, as if my mind was scanning the question thoroughly.

"Lynch," he says in his modulated voice, unlike mine, brittle and hoarse. Ross Lynch, I love it. "Before you lose your voice again," he says, interrupting my ideas of questions to ask him. "Let's just start with me asking you first."

I don't get why that would help my husky voice, but I nodded anyways. "First thing, name?" The question was not about my voice. It is him, dying to receive facts of me.

I let it go. I considered lying to him for a second. Then I say "Laura," his smile formed. Big, bright, and filled with wonders and knowledge. I envy him of that. His perfect smile, full of everything.

"All right, I was being naughty, you ask the question next." I wanted to order him to spill everything out, his secrets, family, love life, embarrassments. But I had to wait for that.

"Okay....how did you... fall in here?" His brows furrowed, then went up. Once again, he looked thoughtful, confused, and a expression that made me look consternate.

"I...I was walking on the street, on my way home. Then the thunderstorm begun. I ran, and slipped on soemthing. I feel like I'm dropping to somewhere, then here I am." He shrugged.

I was not pleased by his explanation. It was not scrupulous, first, and his tone wasn't convincing. It's either he's a bad liar, or he is telling the truth, but in a very irregular tone.

He still has a long way of earning my trust. After he explained, he avoided eye contacts with me, making me more skeptical. "That isn't a very good explanation," I state. "Well it's all I got," he huffs, pulling his legs, and sitting criss-crossed on the ground.

I huff, too. "Enough of me," he says. "Now you." I was annoyed already, he just exacerbated it. "Fine,"I say. My voice was less hoarse; I could speak normally now. And it makes me feel stronger, that my disagreement to him was clear.

Well what's the question? The silence hung in the air. I wanted to throw a tantrum, move like I haven't in twelve years. And I don't know the reason why. "So.....your family? Anything about you?"

"I don't remember my family," I said shortly. "I've been here since I was in fourth grade. I am eighteen" I feel sick now. It still feels weird talking, and especially to a guy that I undeniably hate or have negative feelings towards him. Or not.

I remember someone telling me, that I should always look in a person's positivity, not negativity. That way, I would be okay with everyone. Half of it was true, half not. For me.

I did look in everyone's positivity. But there's always some people, that shields their positivity, and throws out their negativity. Some people do the others. There is still another way to scrutiny people's behavior, I just didn't know yet.

"You dozed off," Ross says quietly, his voice soft, like he was soothing me into a sleep. This is the part of him that I fond. it is unselfish, kind, and more in a way I couldn't explain.

I love that part of him. "I did,"I agree quietly. It was dark, the sun lost its power for a while. I like sunsets, it was gorgeous, but yet I feel moody at the same time. It feels good, cool, wind blowing against my face.

I would close my eyes, and imagine I am on top of a mountain, facing a immeasurable pool of blue-ness. An ocean, the home of many animals. It's like I'm staring at a mirror-but I do not see myself. I see sparks of me, imaginary. And I see sparks of him, glistening in the waves. And I envision us, together, our breaths knocked out by the sound of the ocean.

Ross had settled down, his back against the floor, his arms crossed on his chest. His every breath made me have new hope. I don't know what was it-just a unique feeling, that cheers up my mood. I grasped the fact that I have not laughed in twelve years.

I was about to though, most likely, caused by Ross. It was not because he is amusing, it is because of the happiness he makes me feel. Feelings I have never experienced before. Therefore, he taught me how to feel again.

He will continue to teach me anything he could, I predicted. And I will force him to talk about his family tommorrow, I promise myself. I promise.

"Sleep, Laura," his soothing voice murmurs behind my back, sending chills down my spine. I loved the perception he made me feel. And so I obeyed.

I pulled my legs out of my arms' grasp, and stretched. I settle my back against the hard floor. I feel the solid ground, cool, against my back. I let out a comforted sigh. Coolness is not my favorite, but I does make me feel the exhilaration of sleeping.

I close my eyes, feeling the warmth of Ross. He draped his arm across my body, like he's fortifying me.

I fell asleep, but couldn't help feel the consternation that something dreadful is going to happen tomorrow, like I feel everyday after I finally get to rest.

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