What If Our Life Threads Bind?

Chapter 39.

We watched James Cordon's Late Late Show as we finished our bowls filled with meat broth and ate chocolate cupcakes. For most of the day we stayed indoors. Not that we could go out; I could hardly walk properly. But we spent watching the sunset from the balcony, and everything about it looked beautiful. At last it began to grow dark outside after a few hours.

I couldn't help the stupid smile that was on my face. Even if it was all weird, I couldn't say I wasn't enjoying this all. I have never had this kind of luxury and freedom in my entire life and I didn't want it to end. I could go wherever I want, do whatever I want, can do anything to amuse myself and I have Austin around.

Slowly, I walked to the bedroom and my eyes landed on the bed and I saw his clothes. My eyes widened. Wait, so if he didn't carry his clothes inside the bathroom, does that mean he'll change here? In front of me?

The bathroom door opened a little and I jumped. God, he is about to come out naked. Where do I go-

He cleared his throat and my heart raced. His head popped in the room, his wet hair messily mopped around his forehead. I could see droplets of water falling down on the floor. "Can you hand me my clothes?"

I nodded slowly, grabbing his boxers and a black tee-shirt from the bed. Looking down my toes, I walked towards him and hesitantly looked up at him as I opened the door slightly wider and handed him his clothes. I could almost see his torso from here, I noted and quickly looked away.

"Thanks." He smiled a little. I was about to push the door shut on his face when he murmured something. I asked him to repeat, and he said, "Your cheeks are red."

I gulped, frantically trying to find a place to look at. I cannot just look at him right now, he has that ridiculous, contagious grin on his face. "I like when you're shy." He says and I bite back a grin. No, Martha. No. Stop it. Keep a straight face.

"Thanks?" I said shyly and he smirked.

The door closed behind me. I let out a deep sigh, placed my hand on my chest and mouthed 'wow' to myself. Walking towards the bed, I slowly pulled up the covers back on the edge of the bed before sliding inside the sheets. It was nearly the end of November, and the sheets were pretty warm and comfortable for this temperature.

The bathroom door swung open again but this time, I decided to busy myself on my phone and got pretty disappointed when I saw no notifications, messages or calls. I heard him sigh and I looked up, my eyes quickly travelling down his body. He was wearing only boxers and the black tee-shirt that I had given him was hanging uselessly on his shoulder.

He looked at me and I bit my lower lip, ashamed for being caught staring at him. He smirked and sat on the edge of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees and folding his hands on his chin.

"What do you want to do?" He asked in a casual tone, and I shrugged.

"I don't know. Why don't you suggest something?" I say.

"What do you do when you're in your home?" He asks, after a long pause.

Oh, you know, I just sit alone at home and sometimes go out to the tapestry workshop to cut threads, in order to kill people; Because that is my job and I often get in trouble because of that- like right now. So, you know, it is an endless cycle where I chase the dying people, their relatives or Gods themselves, then chase me to steal my stuff and then I chase them back to tell them to piss off but they still don't. The usual.

I let out a soft laugh. "My life isn't that interesting."

"Tell me about it" He insisted.

"I live with my sisters and we have a cat, Lulu. So I often pet her. I-uh" I shoot him a glance to see if he is even a tiny bit interested in my boring life, then looked away when I saw him nodding. "I like to read books. People think it is boring, but its..not. In fact, it is quite the opposite of that. Yeah, that is that. Like I said, my life is not that fun." He kept looking at me like I had still a lot more left to say and then he realized, that I had finished. He sighed, and my cheeks glowed with shame of being such an uninteresting immortal on the planet.

"Still." He said after a minute. "There's something you're hiding from me? This can't be all."

I batted my eyelashes as I thought. I hesitated, cursed myself in my mind then blurt it out, "Have you seen the old tapestry shop down the street?" My mind told me to stop, to get a grip. Austin nodded and I almost heard an emerging 'well?' from his mouth when I finally said it, "My family owns it. We weave tapestries."

"So that tapestry you gave me the other night? It was a gift?"

"I hope it is safe with you." I stammered and he nodded.

"I still have it. But you didn't answer my questions." He noted, frowning while I frantically searched for a new topic to talk about. I can't tell him this. If I tell him, I'll have to tell him what I am? He'll freak out and then-

"Well?"

"I write poems." I said immediately and he arched a brow.

"Interesting. Can you read me something that you have written? Anything?" He said, his mouth tugging up in a curve. In an instant, all that I had ever written erases out of my mind.

"I-I have it on my phone." I said after a long minute of me trying to remember anything and getting nothing but a weird stare from Austin. I handed him the phone but he refused to take it.

"I'd rather have you read it. A poem is well recited only by the poet. She knows the deepest secrets behind it." He said, rubbing his large hands together and sat across of me, our toes touching at irregular intervals. "She might as well read it. Go on." He said.

I had never read any poems to anyone before. Especially not the ones I had written. A lump had appeared down my throat that I tried my best to gulp as I cleared my throat and began to read.

"It is so cruel of our fate for when I try to hold on to it, it derails

Like I coincidence-nay, but magic, a personification of a devil tracking and reading every detail.

Every time I try to cheat on it, it cheats back easily, like its a child's play.

For every time I cast a spell to bring you to me,

it counter attacks me with another that makes me forget to use the one to make you stay."

When I looked back up, Austin had closed his eyes and a soft smile played on his lips like a child enjoying a night out when the wind howled wildly, slapping away the hair from his face. In a second, he peeled his eyes open and he muttered, "Beautiful. Read me more."

I blushed, and scrolled down my list of poems on my phone screen. Austin had gone back to closing his eyes.

"Story of us, a perfect blend of myth and magic

keeping our hopes up, but sometimes sinking in tragic

It bridges the space between reality and fiction,

With a cover so beautiful, narrating our love- a sinful addiction.

Together in our memories, we have bookmarked the pages of our script,

Of the chapters about our tug of wars and romances that I had read a numerous times, and flipped.

This is our modern fairy tale

At times on tracks and at other times, it derails

Both, worldly and credulous,

sugar sweet and bitter

It is, indeed, the story of us."

"You are amazing. How do you do this?" He said, his brown eyes staring directly into mine, making my heart to flutter. I resumed to tell him about my fascination to read and write, a little too excitedly. I was almost babbling like an overly exquisite toddler.

He didn't say much, humming and nodding here and there as I kept chatting, but his eyes stuck glued, almost fascinated to my face.

He looked up at me quietly and I admired his beauty. He was really the most adorable and handsome guy I have ever met in real life, and I wished that we could stay like this forever.

None of us were talking but we didn't need to. The silence was comfortable enough. I wish this was a forever. But what is this even? He is a human and I am death. There is no such thing like love in my fate.

"Let's watch something." He said, breaking the silence.