What Lovely Kidneys You Have (An Eyeless Jack P.O.V & Romance)

5 - Wouldn't You Just Kill For a Slice of Cake?

I don’t remember waking up with the sun upon my face for as long as I’ve been this way, but on this particular morning, I could feel the sun’s rays streaking down and heating the skin, just below my mask. There was something soothing, almost, comforting about the feel, and I gracefully welcomed the pour of light; I allowed for the feeling to circulate around in my graying lungs and seep into my blood stream, the fragrance of life sifting into my nostrils.

But this moment did not last forever.

 A sensation of eyes crept just behind my shoulders, the quiet breathing of another creature barely audible and obviously held back as to not disturb me. But the small buzz that came through her nostrils was annoying and moreover, unbearable. Allowing vision to come through to me, I watched her as her head hung over mine, studying me. There was no way of course for her to know that I was staring directly at her, but this gave me an opportunity to analyze her. She wore large eyes that blinked on occasion, small glints of purple speckling her corneas. I wondered if it was just my imagination or not, but I swore they were there. Her cheeks were plump and bore a pinkish tone as if she had been out in the snow, although I knew she hadn’t. Her dark hair framed her face as it hung down in a bang, the rest of the mass tied into a pony tail behind her head. I attempted to read her mind, but all I could gather was the notion of curiosity that swarmed in her eyes, and the scent of astonishment that lingered on her breath.

 “Didn’t your parents ever tell you that it is rude to stare?” I asked with a bored tone, casually and without immediacy.

She gasped the exact moment my voice had hit her ear drum and quickly rolled over to the other side of the bed, laying there silently. Was she pretending to be asleep? I sat up slowly, sighing as I watched her quiet form. Reaching over, I nudged her shoulder, but she did not move, only whimpered as though I had disturbed her slumber.

“How childish,” I mumbled under my breath, pushing my hood down in order to run my glove through my hair.

Nadia rolled over to face me, keeping her eyes closed to convey the illusion that she was still sleeping. But her facade was quickly given up when she peeked at me, opening one eyelid before quickly shutting it, then double taking once she saw something that must’ve shocked her.

“Woah!” She exclaimed, sitting up fully, “You have hair?!”

I bypassed how much I disliked her voice and answered her question with sarcasm, like I tend to do when answering to idiots, “No, it’s just your imagination.”

“Can I touch it?!” She shrieked, invading my personal space and running her eager hands in my locks, without giving me the opportunity to answer her with a strict ‘no’.

“Quit that!” I ordered, slapping her hands away from me as I sprung up from the bed, quickly seeing my mistake and concealing myself with my hood once again.

A pouting look scrunched into her face as she folded her arms over her chest, “I just wanted to touch it.”

“And you have, so congratulations, and if you dare do that again I will not hesitate to end you.”

“You talk about ‘ending’ things a lot,” she noticed, continuing her sentence, “Why’s that?”