Choice (On Hold)

Choice - Prologue

Hi guys. This is my first story, so I hope you guys like it and vote for it. 

 PROLOGUE

He tried not to move from where he was perched, on the cluttered desk in her room. She has never been careful of her things, always have them lying around and left. On her desk are several boxes of her pencils, mugs of brushes, tubes of paint, and trays of pastels. Papers of different textures - parchment, typewriting, crepe - were stacked untidily on top of one another. He couldnt help but laugh. If only he was allowed to touch her things, he would have done it. But he didnt. He didnt want her to notice.

Sighing, his gaze went to where she was, lying on her small bed. She was sleeping soundly, her breath even. She sighed heavily and turned to her side, the sheets tangling between her legs. Her arms wrapped tightly around the huge panda Pillow Pet.

Looking more closely, he saw that she had changed so much from the last time he saw her. More than eight years ago, she was still this little seven year old, with bouncing curls tied into pigtails, wearing frilly dresses and black shoes. Always in her arms was her favorite stuffed bear named Mr. Cuddles. He always saw her in the park, playing with the other kds of her age. She would always race some kid to the swing, her favorite spot in the playground. Her laughs filled with joy, and it was a laugh he wanted to join into.

Now, she is a different person. Not the cute seven year old anymore. Her body grew several inches, her body becoming lean and accentuated with curves. She outgrew her curls and now hung straight, but still that same dark brown shade. She had lost some of the roundness and baby fat on her face, making her look more matured. She is even more beautiful now than she was the last time he saw her. His hands ached to sweep the hair that covered her forehead, his arms winding around her small waist, his lips nuzzling against the base of her neck...

Stop, he told himself. It can't be. It wasnt allowed. He wasn't even allowed to think of her like that. It was not right, forbidden even. But he couldn't help it. 

He slowly moved away from where he was perched, careful not to disorganize her already disorganized stuff. He heard her sigh once more and roll to her side, mumbling. She always talked in her sleep, he remembered. But he couldn't hear what she had said.

The Hello Kitty alarm clock on her bedside table chimed, telling him it was already midgnight. It was time for him to go. He cursed the dreaded clock, because it was making him leave her. All he wanted was to watch her sleep all night long, but fate didn't gave him that.

With one last look at her sleeping form, he opened the window quietly, glad it didnt make any noise. I'll see you soon, he told her in his mind. He had already slipped into the night when he thought he heard her say something.

Stay, she said in her sleep.