Stories to be Rewritten: Elisabeth's Stories :Book 1 Lavenders and Pomegranates

Chapter 21

"Will you run away with me?"

Elisabeth stared at him like he was crazy. First, he disappears without saying were he was going. Then, he pops back a week later in camp uniform, kisses her in the most compassionate way that made her go completely blank in the head, and now he was asking her to run away with him.

"What the hell?!" She screamed, catching him off guard. There was bubbling rage inside of her, swirling and spiraling like a whirlpool in her stomach, and she was just going to let it all out. "You leave, disappear off the face of the earth like a puff of smoke, and magically come back and ask me to run away with you?!"

Henry looked at her, his red eyes wide in shock. She glared at him, her eyes glowing an unearthly amber as she let out her rage, the earth around them shaking just a little bit. Like the tremor before the quake. "Calm down-'

"I WON'T!" She screamed, the earth cracking a little beneath his feet when she did. "What the hell happened to you?! You look like shit, you're acting like this is your last day on earth, AND I'm-"

"Scared?"

The tremors stopped suddenly, her anger falling faster than a rock falling through the air. She blinked, looking at her best friend in shock. He looked like she had stabbed him, his eyes not meeting hers as he backed away into the darkness, a heartbroken look on his face as he ran a shaking hand through his hair. She notices that as a shaky breath fell from his lips, ash and smoke lifted into the clear air, the smell of sulfur hitting her in the nose for the first time. 'What the hell-'

"You're scared of me..."

Her thoughts shattered faster than they had come to her head, her eyes widening at the accusation. He was looking at her now, his red eyes burning red, his hands shaking horribly as they balled into fists. He was breathing harder like he had just run a marathon, the black smoke searing the air like smudges on a canvas.

"No..." She said softly, all anger gone form her voice, replaced souly by concern. "Henry... I would never be scared of you..."

"You're lying-" He started, only to be surprised when she ran at him. He readied for an attack, something harmful and painstaking, but it never came. Instead, something more disarming happened.

She hugged him close, her cold skin brushing against his that was burning hotter and hotter. She pulled him close, holding him in her unbreakable embrace as she nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. "I'm not." She whispered, clinging to him like a life preserver. " Why would I lie to you?"

"Because I'm...."

She looked up at him, her hand retracting from the back of the camp's orange tee shirt and gently touching his cheek. "You're not a monster..." He pulled away gently, his hands holding her's gently, his pained expression still clinging onto his face like a parasite.

"I am though..." She shook her head, leaning up and kissing his lips gently, tasting the bitter ash and sulfur that was left behind from his breaths. He didn't hesitate to kiss her back, his hands tugging at her's so she could come closer. She didn't pull away, closing her eyes and leaning into it a little more.

She would never admit it, but the feeling of his lips on her's was like a million beautiful things coming together and blending into something more, something that could not be communicated or explained in a single word or phrase. It was... indescribable. His heated skin didn't bother her, though she thought she should have been burned by it, and his breath mixed with hers and the ash just added to the feeling. But when she pulled away, before things could become even more heated, she saw the thing hiding in his eyes. That lonely monster behind the face of a teenager. And that scared her more than anything she had ever been though and faced. "Henry...." She breathed, her voice just lower than a whisper.