We, Against, Us

Lost and Found

A/N: OK here comes another chap. I don't know if I'm writing Enoch in the right way so maybe you can give me remarks =). And also please check out on the another work of mine and I'll keep writing both of them. Enjoy~
(Take a look on the smiling Enoch on top A_A)

P.S. I just post it again cuz I wanna make the order right.

★★★★

Olive blinked her eyes open uncomfortably and used her hand to protect her eyes from the morning sunlight.

No, this is not her room...

Being confused in the situation, she studied the surroundings and found them familiar until she got her flesh mind back.

Very well, hearts in cans, smells of blood, it's Enoch...

She recalled her memories quickly. It was correct she had been staying in his room through the whole night but she was sure she didn't have the courage daring to sleep on his bed. In the corner of her eyes, the blurred figure of a sleeping Enoch was there sitting on the chair. She now had thousands of questions wandering around her head. Why she was occupying his bed but he only had a limited space which would not be a comfortable one. She had ridiculously imagined every possible reasons of the position they were in now.

Olive sat on the bed and pulled the sheet to herself. Yes, it was his bed and his sheet and everything of him. It felt so strange to be wrapped around by his smell on his bed, the smell mixed with blood, yet with the flower tea that she gave him every day. Her heart beat was as fast as a motor as she imagined when he was laying on this same place on every night. The only thing she lacked is the softness of the fabric she couldn't touch.

Afraid of waking the boy, Olive carefully sneaked out of the warm bed she stayed the entire night. Feeling a cold breeze stroke her bare feet, she realized that somebody also took care of her shoes. She slid her foot inside her shoes and cautiously not to make any sounds while she was walking. After tidying the mattress up, she sneakily approached to the boy who always stuck on her mind.

It would be offensive to do the following thing she desired to do but in her first priority, she wanted to present her apologies and thanks right at the moment. She decisively unbuttoned her dark raspberry cape and covered it on Enoch's torso. Though the sunlight had entered the room in the morning, the cold atmosphere was still sinking in the area. She felt it was her responsibility to keep him warm because she got a warm bed while he only had a cold chair.

"Good morning."

Olive leaned forward to whisper a greeting into Enoch's ear. Perhaps there would be no chance for her to greet him in the morning so it was the only opportunity to talk to him. Sadly, he had his eyes unconsciously closed. She stood there for awhile, then the sourness gathered in her nose and she let out a sneeze. Indeed it was cold here. Holding her arms to keep her warm, Olive left the room to prepare the day.

On the other hand, Enoch shot his eyes open when the pyromancer had left.

Doesn't she know that biologically a boy is stronger than a girl?

Although Enoch frowned at her stupid move, he worried about her but he wasn't a kind of man who will show his concern straightforwardly. The warmth of hers had spread all over his body since she had wrapped her cape around him. He would admit it was freezing over the night so he tried to cross his arms to keep himself warm but there was really no need for her to do this.

"Good morning..."

Enoch held her cape to his nose, smelling her redolent fragrant while murmured against the cloth. He wouldn't dare to open his eyes while she was in front of him. Unless he was not Enoch anymore, he might choose to greet her in reply with a cheerful smile. But in fact, he was still the grumpy Enoch. Showing himself to people wasn't the way he socialize with others. NO, he don't even socialize. Maybe it was the best for him to hide everything from others. He neatly folded her cape and returned it to her room.