As the two figures laid in bed, several hours passed. The sun fell under the horizon, and the harvest moon sines in the night sky, surrounded by the stars. The golden-orange light hugs around the towers of books, letting moonlight gently peer between them, filling the shadowed room.
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I could her a gentle breath, breathing in, and out. I could feel the breath brush my hair, and a warmth underneath me. She smelled sweet, like herbs, and was so warm. I didn't want to get up, or to lose this feeling. But the restlessness was to the point, that I can no longer lay down.
I got up slowly, first propping myself up with my arm. I looked down to see her. Her pale face glowing under the moonlight. I took my hand and held her cheek in my hand, stroking it with my thumb. It was so soft. At my touch, she mumbled in her sleep, and leaned into the touch. She was beautiful.
I made my leave from the bed not wanting to disrupt her sleep anymore then i had. For the first time I was able to take a look at my surroundings. Her home was a mess. Books towering to high to be safe, empty coffee mugs littering the room, and the room seemed covered in years worth of dust. Curious of what the rest of the home was like, I took my leave from her bedroom, and ventured into hallway.
Books were everywhere, in the hallway, the living room, and even in all the spare rooms. But there was one room that caught my interest. A room full of books ready to fall apart, while all the others in the house looked fairly new, these looked overly used. But there was a pungent scent here, When i followed it it let me to a desk. The pungent scent ended up being a glue. On the desk there was leather and inks, and several other things I'd never seen before in all my years of life. Was she repairing these books? I looked around, intrigued by what I found, but one thing caught my eye. An open sketchbook, with a drawing of me in it.
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The first thing i noticed was that I was no longer warm. I slowly opened my eyes. The moon was up. The dust was stirring, and It was like any other night, alone.
I jumped up, and looked around, panicked. Where was Hans?! I ran out of the bedroom nearly tripping over everything.
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I heard thumping coming from down the hallway, and loud crashes as towers of book fell to the ground.
I guess she's up. I slowly walked out, trying not to disturb the towers surrounding me. I opened the door, and I felt something run into me.
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I was so panicked, I just ran into a door. That kinda hurt.
I was covering my face, due to the impact, I peered between my fingers to notice that i had not run into a door, but a very well built man. I looked up, and his red eyes glowed in this lighting. He almost seemed to be smirking at me.
No he was differently smirking at me.
Before I could say anything, he held up my sketchbook. He pointed at the drawing I drew the other day. I just stood there like an idiot with my mouth open.
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The moment I held up the drawing, her face was immediately flushed. Embarrassment maybe? It was cute. She stood there for a few seconds, the reached up in an attempt to take it from me. I held it higher. Her face got even more flushed.
"C-c-can I please have that back..?", she asked in a quite shaky voice. "you were never meant to see that."
I shook my head. I headed back into the room where I had just been. She frantically followed me as if she had something else she didn't want me to see. I maneuvered around the books, she practically knocked them over, catching them before they fell, and evened them out. I grabbed a pencil, and turned the page in the sketchbook.
'You saved me. I owe you my life', he wrote and showed it to her.
She stopped and looked up at me. Her face was no longer flushed. Her golden eyes glowed with intensity. she crossed her arms over her chest.
"You don't owe me anything. If anything I'd say we are even now. 38 years ago, you gave me a warning. If you hadn't, I would have been found out."
She looked around the room, and moved toward an open box. From it she pulled a journal and a pen. She handed them to me.
"I'll trade you. My sketchbook, for this journal?", she said as she reached for the sketchbook I was holding in my hand. I took a half step back, and held it away. I needed more then just that. I shook my head at her once again. You could see the agitation on her face. This was going to be fun.
