That Fateful Night (ON HOLD)

The Weeping

I crawled into a little ball - my arms wrapped around my legs - and wept. I wept like I have never wept before. I wept for my life I thought I was going to have. I wept for the love I lost. I wept for the past year. I wept with pure relief for being in a safe place.

It wasn't long before I felt warm arms envelope me into a warm chest and I stiffened. Sobs raking through my chest, I try and pull away desperately. The arms let go instantly.

So instantly that I was very confused.

He never just let's go.

It's never this easy.

My breathing calmed down.

I opened my eyes slowly.

It's not him.

The tears start raking through my chest again. Oh God. He's gone. He's not here. I'm still safe.

The warm hand rests softly on my shoulder. I stiffen momentarily, but soon relax again. Repeating: You're safe. It's going to be okay. Over and over and over.

A couple of minutes pass before I'm all cried out.

"Genevieve," he says very very softly, "I'm going to go get myself some food. Would you like some?"

My stomach answered for me, and we both giggled as he left the room.

I can't remember when last I ate.

The smile leaves my face as I consider the past year. I thought it was a nightmare. I was convinced that one day I'll awaken from it and everything was perfect.

It almost feels like I've awoken from it now.

Only I know it was real.

I know there was no dreams.

Just
stone,
cold
reality.

The man came back from what I'm assuming must have been the kitchen with two big bowls of beef soup. Followed by a couple of bread rolls. He puts them on the coffee table before putting pillows next to the table and sitting on one. It reminds me of a Chinese picnic.

I got up and joined him on the pillow he set out for me.

It's actually quite comfortable.

The silence is deafening.

I can actually heart my heart beating.

Every move we make gets echoes through the room.

"My name is Cameron," he said eventually. Making me giggle. I've spent the last couple of hours in a strange person's house and I haven't even had the manners to find out his name.

"Cameron," I repeat slowly, getting used to the name rolling over my tongue, "It's a beautiful name."

"Thank you," he responded politely, "I got it for my birthday."

I could almost feel the tension leave the room as we both giggle at his joke. We finished our food in a comfortable silence.

"Do you feel better now?" he asked while stacking the bowls. He then moved back, leaning his back against the couch as he straighted his legs.

"Much," I answered honestly, "thank you for everything. I probably need to get going" I say as I move to get up.

"Get going where?" He asked. His eyes boaring deep into my soul