Toys are 2 play

25 First shelter

When he opened the door the first thing I did was to feel the dry, solid floor underneath us. The living room and kitchen were made of wood while the rooms were coated by gray carpet. The interior furniture was funny, painted with primary colors like yellow, red and blue. The dinner table was red while the chairs around it were yellow. There was also a red bird sculpture on the table center. The fridge was blue. The house was so small I could see its whole with one stare. Sebastian said something about thanks god we've made it and if I didn't want to go with him to the stove see if there was any gas.

Memories of our first time breaking into a house for shelter came into mind. It was raining and we had run from a taxi driver because we had no money to pay. At the time we were so innocently in love that just by being alone with him made my palms sweat. The mansion we had chosen was unbelievably beautiful, it belonged to a wealthy family for summer vacations. Oliver has been my first kiss, but Sebastian had been the second, the third, the fourth...

"No gas", he moved from the stove to the sink, "but water we have. Do you think they left behind food?"

"I don't think so but will check." I said going to the cabinets. "Lots of food for mite in here..."

"Mites don't eat dust they just live on it." Sebastian said calmly. "I am freezing aren't you not?"

"You just called me dumb and by changing the subject you actually think that I will forget it?"

"I didn't call you dumb, just released the facts: dust mites do not eat dust."

"I know that, I was just trying to be funny!"

"Then another fact: you can't be funny."

"Shut the fuck up." I turned around because facing him was making this argumentation ridiculous. Actually we were having a conversation for the first time after Oxygen building, which was good.

I heard a low shuffling of clothing, he was taking off the wet jacket. "I apologize if I made the princess sad. Can we go back to being fugitive partners?"

Something hard came up my throat; the nice feeling of communication evaporated within my patience. "I don't like being a fugitive, I don't like what we are doing now! I am tired and confused and we are both lost, Sebastian!" When I turned around again, the T-shirt he was wearing matched with his hair. As usual, my gaze followed the way to his mouth to see what he was feeling. Nothing; both lips were closed resting the piercing in between.

"I know." - was his answer - "and it is not only you who had lost stuff, Angelina. I lost my best friend, my patients, and the comfort of having warm water every morning. Oh wait, I didn't have warm water every morning."

I felt like screaming fuck you in the most audible high tone my chords could offer.

"I shouldn't have come." I said.

"I shouldn't have asked you to."

Soon I was locking myself at the only suite existent in the house. It was small too, with a dusty bed, two-door wardrobe, and an even smaller bathroom of which they'd squeezed a bathtub. The water came out cold and yellowish. What a luck of mine, stuck into a place with an stupid red-headed and a shower with yellow water.

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Sebastian's

Why does everything have to be so difficult? I don't understand how do you human brain works, I am a physician, not a psychiatrist. I would like to have more abilities with people, but I don't. I was born alone, raised myself alone, and alone I didn't have whom to talk with.

How could I be so ignorant to the point of making her give up from me? Everybody was hot headed, that's true, hot headed in a place so cold, the thermic shock would have to come anyhow. I wasn't prepared to discuss what we have done, nobody was. It was thinking about her and in her anguish that I decided to knock on the door. It had been two hours that Angelina wouldn't go out, the storm had already passed and everything I saw outside was the blinding white of the snow recently fallen. I didn't recognize which part of the city we were, but anyhow we would find what you were looking for. Whatever this might be.

"Angelina?"

"Hm"

"Can we talk?"

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Being Arian is having defects. We are far from expressing ourselves correctly and very, very far from perfectness. Angelina was indeed sad for what happened. She didn't cry, because albeit the disasters she had to go through her spirit remained strong. She told me about the vision she had when was crossing the storm to the house. Unfortunately Snowfields had dug his way into every cell of Angelina's brain, she sees him everywhere, especially when the situation is harsh. It is not her fault, people tend to reach for other sources when their self esteem is not enough.

She was cold and the blankets weren't helping, she said. Also this time the thought of Snowfields would do worse; so the solution was to lean forward to feel her forehead. Discreetly I saw how her breathing increased intensity while I examined. Her forehead was actually in good warmth; smooth like a teacup recently filled with hot liquid. I didn't say a word even being done with the examination; feeling her heart pulsating through the microscopic veins beneath her skin made me realize how humanly we both felt and acted. Seeing her so close made me remember the girl I once had in one morning and by dawn she was gone. Like crazy I saw Angelina developing into a bewitching woman and the worst idea was that she was as far from me as Venus; the difference? Venus was 260 million kilometers away and Angelina, right in front.

My doctoral hands modify into caring fingers, caressing her eyebrows down to her pink cheeks. Small lines around her eyes told me how she has changed, into something real, something beautiful, and something I would like to know more about. Her breathing hastens. We are close to having more human actions worth regretting for.

"You are fine." I moved the same hand to her shoulder, squeezing lightly like I was so used to doing with patients. "A little dehydration... taken care of already."

"Did you use your powers on me?" She asked surprised, "I didn't feel a thing, well, I don't know." Pulling the covers more tightly against her chest, "The cold is gone, that's a fact..."

"Want more facts? The storm is gone and we can now continue our trip. There's nothing for us in this house."