Chapter 18: Ellie
Reference (¹²³)
Your eyes pull me in like the tug of a wave,
¹falling so deeply,
being torn from reality by merely a glimpse.
A flutter of a dream,
simply passing by,
with enough power to lure me in,
like a moth to a flame.
How am I supposed to resist?
When you're staring at me like that,
those big
brown
eyes,
²boring into me like the swallow of a tablet.
Down,
down,
down.
Until you've reached the bottom,
where there's nothing left to see,
nothing more to discover,
nothing more to find.
Just when I think you're finished,
looking,
searching,
engulfing.
Your eyes flicker away;
a second,
a minute.
³But then they return.
"What's going on?" I asked with fear laced in my voice.
Dune was running around like a mad man, slamming in different key codes to retrieve several various weapons. ²He already had three different lengths of knife strapped to his back, two guns tucked in the waistband of his pants and he was stuffing his pockets full of what looked like cyanide tablets. He was frantic yet graceful in his movements, his cool demeanour giving nothing away. Without answering my question, he pulled a dress out of a draw and shoved it in my direction.
"I need you to put this on," he said, with no explanation provided.
I swallowed audibly and was panicking so much that I felt like I had been force fed one of the cyanide pills. I'd never seen Dune like this before; in predator mode, and it was scaring the hell out of me.
"Just stop," I whimpered, my bottom lip quivering.
When I didn't get the response I was hoping for, a silent tear traced its way down my cheek, following the contours of my face. I ran a shaky hand through my tangled hair and took a deep breath.
"Look at me!" I yelled.
³My chest was heaving by the time Dune turned to stare at me curiously, my breath ragged as I fought to control it.
"Ellie?" he said worriedly, cautiously stepping over to my shaky form.
"You're scaring me, Dune," I said with resign. "What's going on?"
With one thumb, Dune smudged the tear track that held refuge on my face. ¹He looked into my eyes so deeply that I feared he was going to fall in and be lost forever. He simply stared at me for a margin of time, trying to find something that he didn't know he was searching for.
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