In The Dark

□ELEVEN□

I wasn't sure if I was thrilled to see him. But, he did made my heart beat accelerate.

Ross made his way towards me mutely, his footsteps silent, composed, disciplined. I'm far too inhibited to stay composed in my position, so I shift a little, putting my weight on my right butt cheek.

I stared at the floor. He shuffled besides me, and in the corner of my eyes, I see him stretch out his legs.

Those damn legs that were once dangling on the ceiling.

He must've figured I needed explanation, or else I won't budge. "Here's the thing," he started. "I will explain it to you, just...." he glanced at the corner of the room, voice trailing off.

Then, he jabbed his finger to a corner. "Just go over there," he finished, letting his arm drop. A wave of frustration hits me. Does he know he difficult it is for me to just crawl over there?

He does.

He grabs my leg, making me suck in a breath. Then, he sets my leg on his arm, and grabbed my other leg, repeating the step. His fingers tickled me as he reached to touch my back.

I squealed.

Then, he threw me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing at all. I didn't blink, I just stared at his light hazel eyes. My breath is taken away yet again.

He skulks across the room gracefully.

I could hear my heartbeat in my throat, where my lungs are too dry to speak. My lips are parted, I must look mousy, cuddling into a small ball against his chest.

I pressed my ear against his chest, where I could hear the steady beat of his heart. Thump, thump. I lost my brain, I buried my head in his arms.

I wish to start again. I wish I could understand. I wish I could be in his tenacious arms for eternity, secure and stable in his firm grasp. It is the affection that I want from him, not the protection, strength, and defense he is capable of doing.

What do I know about love? Absolutely nothing.

Why am I even thinking about the word?

It marks a deep scar in my mind. Unreaveled. What if I don't want to understand anything? What if Ross was right, that I shouldn't understand? Why wouldn't I?

So many questions  swimming in my brain, that I didn't realize I was going to get my answers only a few milliseconds away. Finally,Ross sets me down on the floor. He catches my arm, and grabs it, a tenacious grip on my wrist, then sets it on the ground, too.

The power of his hand made my wrist sting a little. And it laid, almost lifeless, besides my butt. "Talk to me," I urged, my voice came out in a croak, my throat throwing out the three hoarse words.

He doesn't responded until he is statisfied: his back against my arm.

"Ask me anything," his voice was orotund.

All of my questions suddenly flew out my mind. What am I going to ask? About my family? About the Creators? About him?

Or should I ask him about life? What life is, what it holds.what it contains. Happiness, sadness, anger. What makes some people bashful, and what makes other people confident and forward?

Is it their attitudes influenced by other people's? I want to know how it feels like to be free. To understand the country, to learn about social life. To interact with other people. How we feel hatred for others. Is it caused by their behaviors or attitude?

I want to know about my family. Are they gone?

I could be a witch, for all I know. Protect. What did the word mean in my case? Someone who hates me, or I would destroy myself if I wasn't in the dark? That's absurd.

Ross tapped his finger on the floor in a rhythm.

What will all of this cause? What does being in the dark of years have an effect on anything positive? What if, that Ross was a ghost?

What an unplanned and random question.

Out of the corner of my eyes, I see Ross picking at his cuticles, his eyelids drooping. Was he fatigued, or just bored? I feel a flurry of anger at the thought of him being bored.

To my recuse, he said, "let's just start with the illusion that you saw." So it wasn't real. Relief flooded me. He wasn't a ghost. I waited.

"It was an illusion, as I said. The other people wanted  to see how you'd react to it. Especially at the person you've met."
The 'other people' are the Creators. And the body was evidently, beyond shadows of doubt, Ross's.

"How did I react?"

A tug pulls at the side of his lips.

"You reacted compellingly."

A/N- hey hey hey!

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