Our Love Will Never Die

"Trust Me."

       My eyes open to see the beautiful luminescent moon through the dying trees of the forest. The light summer breeze blows softly past my motionless body and I take a deep, steady breath. I chill runs through my body as I shiver and hug myself, trying to keep warm. I was enjoying the scene when I felt strong cloth covered arms wrap around me, making me stiffen.

       "Relax, baby." I heard his voice near my ear in a whisper. He sits his chin on my shoulder. "Trust me." He says in a calm, loving voice. I close my eyes as I feel lips softly meet my cheek.~

       As I come to consciousness, my head throbs painfully as a constant sting is felt on my arm. I open my eyes to see Jeff delicately holding my arm dabbing rubbing alcohol on my fresh wounds. I look around noticing that I am lying on Jeff's lap. The smell of mint surrounds me putting me in a relaxing trance. I look up at Jeff.

       "Why?" I hear him whisper as he reaches over and gets some sort of medical wrap I didn't even know I had. "You..." He hesitates. "You can't do that..." He tightens his lips into a thin line.

        I hesitate on telling him why. On opening up to a killer. On letting him know my weakest point. Loneliness.

       "Because I couldn't do it." I say. Although I try to push it out to come out strong, it was only a mere whisper.

       "Do what? Live? You are doing it right now so what's wrong?" He says, frustrated with how I answered.

       "It's hard to stay strong alone. To stay happy with nothing and no one there. To live through what I've lived through without a single person to care..." I trail off as a tear falls.

       "Why do you think I'm doing this if I 'don't care'." He says looking down at me. I notice his face is clean and his hair looks a bit healthier. No grease or dirt or blood. He cleansed himself. "Why do you think I haven't killed you? With the amount of chances I've had... You could've been dead by now if I didn't care. I could've let you die." He said.

       "..." I try to speak no word come out. The only thing heard from me was the sharp intake of breath as a response of his words. I look into his eyes. Dull. Lifeless. But the most beautiful faded blue I've ever seen. I've always understood why he does what he does. Ever since I've read his story. I've never blamed him, because everyone has a demon inside. His just wants fresh air. "I'm sorry." I finally mutter as he finishes bandaging my other arm.

       "Never say sorry to someone like me. You shouldn't be so calm around a killer-"

       "I don't blame you for what you do." I cut him off. "I never have. I completely understand if you were to kill me. I could come up with numerous reasons why you would and I completely understand them all." I say in a rush.

       "I...I can't explain the feeling you just gave me when you said that." He says softly. He's been so calm this whole time, it has actually calmed me. "No one ever... Has made the effort to even try to understand. But you... You've been different from the start." He cups my cheek with his leathery touch. "You make me feel sane again..." He trails off as we look at eachother. Something clicked inside me. "I just want you to know you can trust me." 'The dream...' I thought.

       "I do." And that's when I did it. I leaned up touched my lips to his.

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Cliff hanger. Sorry, my lovlies ;)