Decalcomania

pt4

I used my free hand to pull him into me and hugged him tight, he quickly responded to my action and hugged me back. His hair was messy but still so soft like heavy milk and honey, his skin was warm even though the room was freezing inside.

"I'm here for you. nobody can hurt you!" I whispered gently. I truly meant every word I said, I would never allow anyone to hurt him, not even Leyla. I felt the urge to protect him from everything, even from myself.

His body cooled down a little and I could hear his breath going back to its normal pace, I signed in relief and brushed his hair. "I hate when someone touches me!" he informed, somehow his voice was different than before, it was more deep and relaxed. I shivered at his words and realized what I was doing. I cleared my throat in embarrassment and tried to let go of him but he held me tighter "stay!" was all he said. His body melting into mine as every muscle lost its tension to the cold air, Despite the heaviness in my stomach, I fluttered at the feeling of us being so close. It felt as if when I was in his arms all our pain went away - mentally and physically, mostly the depressing memories that were haunting us both.

It was so quiet for a moment, each one of us holding tight to the other and enjoying nothing but the calmness of the room and the chilly air that no longer bothered me. it is the first time I ever enjoyed having someone by my side, even through the silence I felt his company, and I somehow enjoyed it. I remember the last time I ever had such a warm hug was the day my mother hugged me for the last time. I recall how my body melted the moment she embraced me and cried on my shoulders, how the pain seared through my skin and took away every feeling of safety I ever had. can I ever forget these memories? - Never. Apparently I can blame evolutionary biology for my painful memories, I wish I could bury them deep underground. I was told that our brains are hardwired from caveman times to remember the bad stuff more to help keep you alive. Which is ironic really!

Oh heavens, these flashbacks are sharp, and cut right through me every time I think about that day. Even the sweet good moments we had before are now turned into a knife that kills my already broken heart.

Him in the other hand, I wondered, what was going through his mind! Does he remember anything about his family, where he came from, does he remember anything at all?

He was silently breathing, his chest rising up and down gracefully. I smiled to myself and patted his back, gently running my fingers on his wounds, how could they hurt him? he is too innocent.

I checked my hand watch and my eyes widened at the sight, it was nearly five in the morning, and Leyla will be here any minute. I lightly placed him on the bed and made sure he was sleeping peacefully. Again, an odd smile formed on my lips when my gaze fell on his soft features, his bangs fell on his forehead, some of it hiding his eyes too. Serenity was plastered across his face as he slept. no matter how hard I try to throw this thought away but he really looked adorable, It was hard to imagine that this was the same boy that killed someone at the age of fourteen.

In no time, the sound of her abominable heels clicked on the corridor, I rolled my eyes and immediately walked to the toilet, once again, hiding there and listening to her steps jogging inside the room. I can't see her but I know, she was approaching him, touching his warm cheeks with her filthy hands. "Again, I had to come early to see you!" she mumbled in lustful tone, "your face is glowing today!" to say she was happy about that, no, she wasn't. she didn't like to see him sleeping peacefully, or maybe she didn't like how glowed he looks when he is away from her.

"the new serum will be in my hands very soon, and I promise you, things will get better for both of us" she chuckled.

'New serum' I questioned myself, the use of serum can damage his brain more than it already is. His body won't be able to take more of that poison, it can hurt him and the alters.