Oswald's story

Chapter 1

My eyelids force themselves open, a shot of pain runs down my right arm, my vision comes into focus to make out a familiar face. The scenery not so familiar then it hit me a flood of painful memories like daggers in my heart. I feel my head hit this soft, warm, comforting pillow.

A tall figure towered over me causing a chill to take over my body, my hip was touched gently but it gave me a warm feeling inside. "Very bad wound over your shoulder" the figure added as he let my hip go, I here the sound of my voice play back as a murmuring mess but i give up talking due to the distraction of this fair mans smile glistening at me, he notices me staring because he starts to blush and slips away off of the silky bed. His footsteps carry him over to what looks like to be a stool, he takes a seat and turns to me.

I get a good look at him, tall fair shape, polished shoes and the most amazing eyes brown with this glaze over the top. To break the silence his voice asks "Do you like the piano --?" My dry, tasteless mouth manages to spurt out "Oswald, Oswald Cobblepot and yes I do quite like the tune of the piano."

The sound of the keys echo around the room, carrying happiness as it goes, his miraculous voice adds to the delicate lyrics of  "the fire has gone out" which caused me to scatter over the covers. "Is something wrong?" his caring voice asks.

"I have to leave," we're the words that managed to climb out of my mouth, I could start to feel my eyes burning,trying to barricade any tears from flowing through, as they start to make my vision unclear I feel weight put down towards the end of the bed. His smooth palm reached out and touched my leg, I suddenly stop trying to escape and I appreciate the moment that I am in. It may have only been for a split second but I was happy, right before getting dragged back into realisation. "Does that some mean anything to you Oswald?" his deep yet soothing voice asks, I take one great glance into his trustworthy eyes, clear my through and begin.

"My mother used to sing that to me everyday, when I was a child," I say trying to dedicate all my energy to speak but just the thought of my late mother caused the barricade to come crashing down, tear running down my face as if it was a river. My eyes shut because of the pain and embarrassment but I could never prepare for what happened next...

He leans over and I feel his warm body against mine, his arms wrapped tight around me. The thought of my dear mother was distant for a moment, for I wasn't sad I don't know how I felt, part of my stomach felt weird, not pain full but nice, great in fact. It felt great.

He releases his grip and faces me, his eyes staring into mine, he started to stand and my mouth began to drop as if I was sad the hug didn't last a lifetime. He walked towards the end of the bed, turned to me smiled and said " you should rest, tomorrow we'll talk more," then he left, which felt like a punch to the gut. Although I have only known this delightful figure a little while I think I'm in LOVE ...