Aneon [Incomplete]

Chapter 21

Pain. Loneliness. Solitude. Suffering. Hatred. Why am I feeling this way? No one knows the way I feel…but this is not my feelings. Whose are they?

…

I felt someone’s breath on the top of my head. I did not wish to wake but I was curious as to who is breathing on me. Slowly and gingerly, I opened my eyes to see who it was.

Hair flaming red, skin as pure and white as snow, a mark like a replica of mine on his cheek and closed eyes that I wished were open. I moved my hand to scratch my eye, but I felt something holding it down. I glanced at my hand. The person was holding my hand. We were sleeping, facing each other and I was closer to his chest since I like to curl up on my side to sleep. I tried to sit up when a surge of pain shot through me. I gasped then held my chest. All of a sudden the guy shot up and held his chest, breathing heavily like he just took a detrimental blow to the heart. He glanced at me as if just realizing I was even there. His eyes were…black. But that quickly changed to orange (which signifies pain) as he held his chest tighter and looked like he was in excruciating pain.

“Don’t…move around…so much. Whatever you feel, I feel.” He finally spoke.

His voice sounded so dreamy…

I mentally slapped myself and focused.

Now is no time to be thinking about this kind of crap!

His eyes went back to black, but soon after they turned ice blue.

“A-A-Alexander..?” I stuttered like a babbling idiot.

He raised his head and looked at me properly. He moved his hand and gently stroked my cheek as he said, “…Alexis…”

Just hearing him say my name made my heart ache. What is this enormous feeling I am feeling? His eyes trailed down to my body and back up.

“Tch. Trying to impress me already, are you?” He smirked slyly at me.

Huh?

I looked at what I was wearing: A super short nighty with one strap falling off, almost showing my chest. Instantaneously, heat rose to my face and I grabbed the blanket, yanked it off the bed, jumped to the other side of the room covering myself with it and yelled at him, “you pervert! W-what the hell a-are you even d-doing here s-sleeping in the same room, much-less the same b-bed, as me!?”

“You’re the one who is dressed like that-”

“Shut up! I wasn’t dressed like this originally! But like you should talk? You’re only wearing pants!” I yelled again.

Pointing this out only made me blush more.

“Oh,” he looked down at what he was wearing then continued, “I guess I am. But it’s normal for guys to dress like this.”

His voice sounded unscathed and calm.

Another pain shot through my chest and I started to breathe heavily. He, too, did the same.

“Would you just come back over here and stop moving around so we both can heal properly?” his voice crisp as he glared at me.

How can this be the same Alexander!?

I did as I was told, but I sat as far away from him as I could. I put the blanket down and sighed heavily.

Why am I even still here? Where’s Nate?

I suddenly felt like seeing Nate. Alexander flinched, then his eyes became cold and stern. He looked away from me. I did not miss a heartbeat and got up, ready to find Nate.