The Refugees

Chapter 14: Ash

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Her eyes meet mine and I wonder what her next move will be. She readjusts herself so she is somewhat on top of me, staying in a kneeling position without sitting on me.

What is she doing?

I look up at her, her eyes looking intensely in mine, focused. I'm slightly surprised, the girl that seemed to reek of impulsive emotions and immaturity has such a serious gaze that seems to convey a thousand messages...

Her arms wrap around my neck comfortingly and then she brings her chest closer to my face, wrapping her body around me. My heart almost stops for a moment.

What is she doing? A hug?

I feel the unfamiliarity of it all. I haven't been hugged in ages, let alone been... Embraced?

What pushed her to suddenly react that way?

At first I don't feel at ease at all. Instead I simply feel uncomfortable but after a few seconds, I let myself relax. After all, it hasn't been the first time that a girl has touched me in such a way, but they were never for the same reasons Savannah had. My tense muscles go loose and after a while it really is comforting.

As I'm in her arms I feel a reassuring feeling of completeness and friendliness and it almost feels as though I am in the arms of the mother I've lost. Like a switch, I suddenly feel an urge for more; more friction, more touch, more contact. More of that feeling that I've been lacking for years.

I look up at her, creating a small space again between us, before I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her closer. I can tell it surprises her as she winces slightly. She sits on my legs and rests her forehead on my shoulder. I now breathe in her brown shampooed hair. It smells so nice. Flowers and vanilla... Just like mom.

Her breath fans my shoulder making me tingle. That familiar feeling of nothingness is gone and I have this heat coming from Savannah to prove it. But that emotionless nothing is what keeps me powerful, what doesn't drag me down. One hug leaves me this powerless and I don't know whether I like it or not, and I am left conflicted by my emotions.

After a while, her breathing becomes regular and slow, and her grip slowly loosens minutes later. I gently hold her shoulders, pushing her back a bit in order to see her face. She's sleeping. She must have been very tired. I'm used to long walks, but clearly she isn't.

I change her position and place her head on my lap and she sluggishly gets comfortable as I let my mind slowly become silent and all turns black.

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Hey guys!

So this is Ash's pov regarding the last scene of the previous chapter. Hops you liked it! Enjoy the story and please comment what you think about it!

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