The Wind Whispers

Chapter Eight

"And when you do stop running.."

"You'll end up right where you started...back into my arms" 

"Your not even listening to me are you?" Thomas sighed but a grin soon followed,

"You have a really bad habit of being inattentive you know" I gaped up at Thomas's now wondering eyes and he held a hand up to shield his pupils from the sun. He was so tall and broad that when he stood next to me his shadow engulfed mine. I pulled off one of my gloves and pulled his face towards mine, I sighed as I brushed flakes of dirt off his cheek bone,

"I'm sorry, I just seem to have alot on my mind, can you blame me?" Thomas adjusted his trousers as he knelt back down to start back up his time harrowing process of flower planting. He dug messy little holes but I gave him little judgement for trying. His face was sweating more and more by the minute and I finally decided to take a break. I plucked the spade shovel from his hand and chucked it to the side. He frowned but made no objections. I sat down in front of him and he leaned back against the large oak providing us with a generous amount of shade. I grabbed a nearby bucket filled with water and reached in searching for the rag within it, once I'd found it I grasped it and wrung it out I placed it across Thomas's head and began to cool him off. He closed his eyes and sighed,

"This is literally painful Marie" I smiled and nodded my head knowingly,

"How do you think I felt when I found out all those years of hard work were feeble lies" Thomas shifted his weight and he grunted. I shook my my head and laughed a little louder then I had wanted,

"Thomas now that's quite enough your acting like a child" he pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, within seconds smoke invaded the air between us, for some reason it didnt bother me when he smoked. I tossed the rag into the bucket and Thomas pouted,

"Why've you stopped? I was quite enjoying that" I tilted my head and crossed my arms,

"You've been acting like a baby all morning Thomas, it does seem a little dramatic doesn't it?" Thomas held the cigarette in his mouth and pulled off his overcoat tossing it aside. He watched as I pulled my hair up into a braid and his eyes began to squint as he fought off a well needed nap,

"I don't suppose the flowers are going to plant themselves" his voice carried off and I grinned like a babydoll. Thomas was soon engulfed in his weary state and I plucked the cigarette from his mouth an took a few long drags, against all things wrong about this situation I couldnt help but feel a sense of relaxation smother me as I lay under the large oak tree, blowing wafts of smoke into the air until the cigarette was finished. I soon felt the same snooze like breeze that had stolen Thomas away from me and I found a cozy spot to lay on his chest.

I awoke to Thomas yawning in my ear and when I opened my eyes the sun was still blazing hot but it wasnt as early in the day. I went to sit up but I felt the gentle tug of Thomas's hands pull me back down and I obliged. Thomas sighed and closed his eyes,

"Not yet, just stay like this for awhile longer, then we will finish the flowers" I pressed my head to his chest and listened to his heart beat, I felt like I was eavesdropping as I listened to the sudden speed of his heart rate. One of his hands had found it's way to my hair and he stroked it like a boy would his dog. My eyelids fluttered again and I wasnt looking to take another nap,

"Thomas if I dont get up now I'm bound to fall asleep again" Thomas's chest rose and fell very slowly and for a moment I thought he'd fallen back asleep, but then he spoke,

"Well alright, but I so enjoy these moments of complacency" he sat up helping me to do so as well and we both sat for awhile just listening to the world around us. I looked over at Thomas and watched him as he just sat and enjoyed life. His hair was still damp from either sweat or the damp rag I didnt know. His eyes were so intense that they almost didnt look real. He always seemed so carefree and it wasnt until just now in this moment that I seemed to be seeing him as he was. My wonderful Thomas. I wondered for a brief moment what it would of been like if Thomas had switched places with John. If he would have treated me the way he does now. I wondered if he would have tried to kiss me the way John had the very first day we met. What did his kisses feel like? John's were always different but somehow the same. They lingered where they touched, some rougher then others, and some as soft as the wings of a butterfly. Charles was gentle and very reassuring, he seemed to kiss as if he were afraid to be too needing. Thomas didn't seem that way, I wondered if he kissed the way he hugged me, always leaving me with the warmth of his friendship. His hands had found there way to my face and he startled me when he lifted my chin, a look of curiosity playing across his face,