The Anonymous

Chapter 11: London

***Aeon's point of view***

I had a peaceful dream. The kind of dream leaving you with inspiration. I slept like I was in another world. With all these feelings of positivity, for the life of me, I couldn't remember. My whole body felt at peace, warm, and comfortable, and relaxed. I opened my eyes to see the sunlight shining through the balcony doors. It seemed like such a beautiful day. A familiar smell traveled near my nose. For a moment, I thought I was going crazy. My sheets felt so much like him. I couldn't stop breathing it. I know I should not like the way he smelled. I shifted my body over to investigate the fantom smell. I looked up and saw a sleeping Ashton next to me. I was so heated, he cuddled up next to me this whole time. I looked up at his peaceful sleeping face wanting to hate him, wanting to kick him out.

But the more I stared at him, the more I found warmest in my heart flaring up for him, for some sick reason. Perhaps. I had a bad case of Stockholm syndrome. He looks so handsome with his long eyelashes and lips that were slightly pink. His hair looked a little messy. One of his arms stretched over my waist. I didn't even notice until now. The urge to kiss him came over me. I know I shouldn't want to kiss the devil. But it's hard not to his lips looked so welcoming. Maybe just a peck. I leaned in to kiss him, planting just a small light kiss on his lips. It felt nice and I didn't want to pull away. When I finally did, his green tired eyes glared back at me. My eye shot open as I began to back away.

"Did you just kiss me?" he mumbles tiredly running his hand through his hair.

'Why are you in my room". I asked, completely ignoring his question and sitting up on the bed.

"Why did you kiss me," he repeated. This time his voice became deep and more transparent.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, shyly turning my head away from his gaze.

Ashton folded his arms behind his head and stared at me. I looked at the door and snapped my head at him.

"How did you get in here."

"The balcony," he simply answered, still staring at me. "I wanted to sleep with you; it's not a big deal to me."

"Oh, how funny, I thought I was an attention-whore." With those two words, Ashton's facial expression changed from calm and relaxed and cold. The shift in his demeanor scared me; it brought back memories of yesterday. I don't want that to happen again. I back up as I notice him staring. Ashton took note of this and grabbed my hand.

"Aeon, I didn't mean what I said to you. I took things a little too far." Ashton never blinked as he stared at me.

"You didn't have to treat me that way." A tear escaped my eyes. I was so mad at myself. There was so much that I planned on telling him, but I couldn't because I let my emotions get the better of me. Ashton rosed from the bed, he wrapped his arm around me, and I began to cry.

"Aeon," I heard Ashton say, "I overreacted, I'm sorry."I should have never treated you like that; you don't deserve that". Ashton pulled me away from his embrace and looked into my eyes. He gently wiped the tears from my face and kissed me sweetly on my cheeks.

I was bewildered by what he said to me. I wasn't sure if it was the truth or a lie.  I didn't feel like arguing or fighting with him anymore. I just wanted us to work together and be a team.

"Aeon, Ashton spoke, taking me out of my head."

"Yes,"

'I have to tell you something important." He looked at me now seriously.

Yesterday, Jérôme and I went on a mission to rescue Jessica. At the warehouse, I notice something slightly different in the letters, in terms of the paper's density and the style of writing. First of all, the A on the letter is a shade lighter. Jérôme's message was a fake and I'm not sure why. There could be a separate entity posing as The Anonymous to extort money out of people. The-real Anonymous has never asked for money. The first letter only requested you to return what they think you took fro them.   But your letter looks exactly like the one that I--- I mean Unknown received." He quickly corrected himself. Which I thought was odd. "The first letter Jérôme got seemed authentic as well instructing him to marry Kendal. But once again the A is a shade-lighter. The first letter also his first letter, instructed him to marry Kendal or he will never see Jessica again. I don't think The Anonymous has Jessica Ford. I could understand the texture difference in the paper, but the symbol is a shade difference."