A Silhouette and Maybe More

Busy Days Like These

We arrived back to my empty flat where I was about to show him around but I stopped myself when I remembered that he had already been here before.

"How have you been living all this time?" I asked while I grabbed him a drink. If I was being honest with myself I had to say that he looked raggedy and looked as though he struggled in certain ways. I would've hated to find out that he had been living on the streets...

"I managed to find a small flat above a cafe not too long after I left. It was offered to me by the owner, but in return I had to do some work for him. It wasn't too hard, just some manual labour. It was enough to get by."

He took his sweater off and it looked as though his body had became enlarged, however he still remained skinny. I sat down alongside him and simply gazed at him, acknowledging his facial features. After taking a sip of his drink he noticed me staring at him.

"What?"

"I'm just so glad you're alive." I shrugged my shoulders and turned away, taking a sip of my own drink. I fiddled with my fingers while the silence that was always lurking when we were together cloaked us. He turned himself to face me and shuffled closer to me so we were barely touching. It's been an entire year since I felt that sense of danger coursing through my veins. It was Dan. It radiated off him like an contagious disease. No matter what he was doing or how he was feeling, his presence would cast my mind back to the times when I was his hostage, locked away in that confined room, when I was a petrified girl seeking freedom.

"I've changed Amelia. I'm not who I used to be." He muttered. I couldn't take his heavy stares, silently begging for me to look at him for some sign of understanding. His face was closer to mine than I anticipated. Before too long his hand crept onto my hand that was resting on my thigh.

"I don't know that yet." I admittedly answered. It was true, his temperamental ways could still be caged up inside him, like a trigger waiting to be pulled.

"Then let me prove it to you." He whispered, his hand now caressing cheek.

Yet again those enchanting eyes had me under a spell, my focus was on nothing else as I immediately reacted to how my body told me to and not the mature side of my conscience. Our lips interlocked and I was lowered onto my back while Dan was hovering over the top of me, we never parted for a second. God, I missed this. He made his trademark move when he trailed his way along my neck planting kisses as he went. It always drove me to insanity. His chuckle entered my ears while I felt it against my neck. He lifted himself up to look at me, smirking as he did so.

"I love that about you." He said. I risen my eyebrow at him which only made him smile even more.

"You're so fragile." He winked. Even saying that made me crumble inside.

Throughout the entire year of Dan's absence, I was never fully able to move on and find someone else, it was like I had become that terribly shy girl when I was in my youth years, but Dan always brings out the adventurous side of me.

"I'm weak?" I teased.

"I never said you were weak, just...vulnerable, easily vulnerable." He rephrased.

"And you seem to use that disadvantage to your significance quite often. I thought you said you changed?" I tutted back with the snuggest looking face I could pull.

"Hm, maybe that's just one of my qualities that I'll never leave behind." He smiled.

He pushed a strand of hair out of my face and calmly stroked my cheek, making me feel relaxed and drowsy. He bowed his head to kiss my forehead, completely sending to me to sleep.

Well, why not? It's been a busy day.