The brick wall's cold temperature sank into my back, causing me to shiver a little. But my heat was regained by the body in front of me hugging me tightly.
The small alley way was dark, and all I could see of him was his silhouette. I didn't mind because I knew exactly how he looked like, I could never forget his face, even if I wanted to.
I was pulled out of the hug when he slowly lowered to the ground, so I did the same, still leaning against the wall. My legs wouldn't have held me any longer anyway.
It was quiet, but not silent. The wind was blowing, leaving little whistles behind every now and then.
Our breathing was fast, but gradually slowed down every second we remained in place. He reached into his pocket and pulled out something tube-like I hadn't seen before. I couldn't paint the picture of what it might have been.
"I have to give this to you but it might hurt a little." He said. His quiet voice cracking a little as he spoke in reassurance.
"What is it?" I asked. Still unsure about the tube.
He reached for my arm and started pushing up my sleeve. His rough hand, gently rubbing the inner part of my elbow.
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you"
I reached out the arm to show him the trust I had in him. A chuckle escaped his lips, so quiet, it could've qualified as a simple breath.
"Now this might sting a little." He held the tube close to my arm until I nodded in consent. I trusted him after all. Suddenly something sharp pierced my skin, as if a sewing needle was rammed into my arm.
The pain caused me to whimper. It spread across my arm and to my body. I writhed in agony, hoping for it to finally stop. My eyes filled up with tears, smudging the darkness.
Finally, he pulled out the needle and dropped it to the ground. The sound of the glass shattering made me jump a little. He didn't move for a second when I started smiling at him. My eyelids felt like weights and I was struggling to keep them open to see him.
He grabbed my hands and moved in closer, his breath hitting my cheek when he spoke. "I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, please forgive me Amelia." His voice was shaky and filled with sadness, which made my smile fade instantly.
I held his hands tighter, not knowing what to feel. He sniffed quietly. "Forgive me Amelia, I love you..." He mumbled incoherent things through his hands and choked on his sobs.
His sounds slowly faded as my body felt lighter. As if I was going to float away. My wet eyes fell closed. And I lost all senses at once. The wall wasn't cold anymore, the alley was pitch black, and now everything was silent.
I was alone floating in the darkness.
YOU ARE READING
Forgiven & Forgotten
RomanceWho am I? Where did I come from? Do I still have family out there? I am Amelia Wilson. How do I know that, you're asking? Well, it was written on a piece of paper I found in my pocket. My birthdate, December 25, 1896, was also scribbled on that note...