The Bird With One Wing // Klance

Chapter twenty four • the candles burn

My bed is warm, blankets thick and cozy. My chicken slept peacefully next to me. I wanted to feel happy despite my uneasy feelings for Lance. I laid still, watching the little yellow fluff-ball breath in silence. I promised myself not to sleep over Ginda, otherwise i'd accidentally kill her and seriously regret it.

Bonk. There was a noise at my window. Did a tree branch fall and hit it? Or maybe i'm being paranoid for no particular reason.

I sat up carefully, trying not to wake up my baby chicken. I can feel the blood rushing through my the veins on my legs the second my feet touch the floor. My head is pounding, dizzy and exhausted. None of that stopped me from making my way to the window to see what it was. Who knows... maybe it was a person.

And I called it. A dark figure in the night stood there, chucking rocks at my house and bellowed obnoxiously. I frowned and quickly lifted the window some more. "Quit it!" I whispered. "Go away, Lance! You'll wake up my family!"

He stops making absurd noise and smiles at me creepily. He doesn't say anything for a while, causing me confusion and time wasted. The idiot raises his left hand loosely and drops his dumb looks. "Let me in. Please?"

"How" I questioned, sticking my head out and leaning my arms against the window. "Theres no way. I want you to leave me alone... okay? I think I need some time by myself."

"No one can be alone" he answered. Who is he to tell me that? I can if I wanted to. He clears his throat and speaks again. "Trust me. You won't like being alone. I can climb up to your room right now if you let me."

A part of me didn't want him to interfere with my love life after the whole fight the other day. And a part of me still wanted him here. Oh, just look at me. I'm so desperate to feel warm that I slept with my own pet chicken. Perhaps I should let him in. Daddy won't find out, I hope.

I nodded and walked back to my bed. I slowly lifted Ginda from the mattress, praying not to wake her up. I placed her softly on the cotton ball bed I made, back inside the cardboard box. After a few minutes, Lance climbs inside, so out of breath that he drops his body on the floor. Where did he learn to climb like that? I know I wouldn't... I would have fallen and injured my back.

I grabbed a tissue from the tissue box and placed it gently over his forehead. His sweat seeps in and his breathing decreased. He sits up and stares into my eyes. I can't quite see the color of it clearly because of the darkness. I can't turn on the light either... mommy usually wakes up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and I don't want her suspecting anything from my room.

"I'm sorry" was the first thing Lance said. "I was being an ass to you... do you forgive me?"

"Yeah" I said. "It's okay. You were right."

"Not about everything" Lance sighed, standing up. He sits on my bed and I sat besides him. I know he wanted me to feel happy, not sad and lonely. He has his reasons to say the things he says and I understood.

I crawled back under the sheets and rested my head on my pillow. His back is a perfect shape from my view, manly and hug-material. I watched his muscles move as he turned his body around to crawl in closer to me. He's a big figure I wanted to kiss so desperately.

"Do you have any candles?" He mumbled low. I shrugged and questioned why he needed them. And then he said, "It's fine if you don't. I just wanted to set the mood."

Of course I did. I had them in my closet with the lighter. I'm not the type to use them, mommy just needed somewhere to store them and we didn't have a lot of cupboards in the kitchen.