Eldritch [the original]

Chapter 5 ~ I Can't Trust Him

          We stared at the blank television screen as we sat there on his couch. His couch was almost a perfect white, but it had a slight tint of blue to it. It was super soft too. I glanced over to my left, looking at the wall. It was a glass wall, giving you a view of everything outside, the snow sparkling down and filtering through the sky, the trees, each of their own nature and beauty, the white deer with light grey speckles and crystal blue eyes that flinched it's head up to look at me before prancing away. I loved it here, I wish I could live here, and while I could do without him, I imagine it would feel empty without Vincecho around.  It's just the fact that this place was so much better than my house. "Do you really like it here, that much?" he asked, what I presumed to be reading my mind. "Yeah, how'd you know? You're telepathic, right?" I said, turning to look at him. He nodded. While he answered this question, and he could probably answer a hundred more, he won't answer the most important one. What got him in all this trouble? 

          More silence. I watched the snow drift in the wind until it hit the frigid ground. "Can we go outside?" I asked, still watching the snow. "Sure," he responded, too simple for it to be one of his usual long responses.  I hopped up and he got up after me. "Here, love. Take these," he mumbled, I turned to look at him and he lifted his hand and twitched his fingers, and before I could say 'infinitesimal', some purple gloves and a knitted purple winter hat with a white border appered from thin air. Why was everything purple? Eh, don't suppose I can complain. I took them from him and put them on. The gloves fit perfectly and the cap pulled around my head comfortably, but enough to cover my ears from the cold. "Come on," he smirked, taking my hand in his and walking me past the back of the couch and around the aquarium to what I assumed to be a front door. He opened the door, gesturing his hand forward to pass. I walked past him, slightly nervous, and he pulled the door closed behind him. I stood under a bit of a roof built around the door, standing at the edge of the covering and glancing up at the sky. It was a beautiful light blue, the moon was still faintly visible in the sky among a few glittering stars, odd, it was nowhere near nighttime. Clouds laid cluttered on the atmosphere and a few birds in which I had never seen fluttered around in the open air, they were sort of a dark blue with bright yellow chests and beautiful lime green tipped wings. I looked down at the glossy snow amidst my feet, which I now realized weren't covered, they were bare. "Eeeeiiiiih!" I squealed, jumped foot to foot as I realized just how freezing my feet were. "Calm down, love." Vincecho said, floating across the snow out in the middle of it, "Come over here." he smiled. "What? No! Are you crazy?" I snapped. "Actually, yes," he said in remark. I snarled. "No. I'm done." I turned and tried to pull the door open, but it wouldn't budge. "I locked it, now come here," he called over my shoulder. I spun around to look at him. "My toes are going to fall off," I said before dipping my toe into the snow, only to jerk it right back. "Trust me, love." he said, not even attempting to be encouraging, more in a way like 'I told you so'. Well, If I can get to him, chances are he wouldn't mind picking me up. I sighed, and my breath showed up in a white cloud in front of me. I looked at him, he was glancing off to the right, so I made a run for it. My feet trampled over the frigid snow, and it almost stung, but a few steps in I didn't feel anything. Once I reached him, I grabbed hold of him. "Pick me up, pick me up, pick me up!" I squealed. He glanced at me, "I don't think I need to." he smirked. "What?" I let go and backed up, looking down at my feet, only to find them about a foot and a half off the ground. I almost screamed. "Holy snapperdoodles!" I shrieked. "Somehow, I knew that would work." he snickered. I crossed my arms, still hovering over the ground. "My feet are still cold," I growled. "Haha! Fine," he said, and with the snap of his fingers, I was given cute little boots with fluffy insides, and some of the coziest socks I had ever felt. I just smiled in a dorky way. "Thanks," I muttered. "Now go play in the snow or something. You're done learning for the day," he smiled and I just turned to look at him with the brightest expression, dropping from the air and coiling myself into the snow, beggining to form a snow angel. "You're so cute," he whispered under his breath, but I still heard him, and I wondered if he meant it. He's just about interested in everyone, and I'm sure if he met someone cuter or just better in any aspect than me, he'd leave me for them. That's why I can't love him. I can't trust him. 

          About thirty minutes later, I got too cold, and Vincecho took me inside and sat me next to the fireplace in his reading room. I really liked that room, it was fairly dark, lit by a dim light and a few old-timey looking scented candles. There was a fireplace, a big rug laid out on the floor, and some chairs next to small bedside tables with lamps on them. The back wall was nothing but shelves of books. He told me to sit in front of the fire, so I did as told and he came back after about three minutes with a big, soft, cozy blanket and a mug of hot cocoa with little marshmallows in it. He ruffled my hair and sat down in one of the chairs, picking up a novel off the table and flicking on the lamp, it was dim too, keeping the room a pleasant timid lighting with a bit of an orange fiery tint to it. "Thank you, Vincecho." I mumbled. "No need to thank me, love. I would do anything for you." he responded, before lapsing into silence. The only noise being the occasional flip of a page or me taking a sip of hot cocoa and the cackling of the fire. And it was perfect.