Light. I've come to loathe it's very existance, breaking us apart like a small child takes apart a puzzle and seperates all the individual colors into seperate piles. Her color being the most pure, beautiful shade of white, and mine being the darkest shade of black in existance.
I often dream of her beautiful green eyes pleading for comfort after a nightmare. I then hold her in my arms, my dear, sweet Grace. I quite like the sound of that. MY Grace. That is what I want more than anything. I want her to be mine.
No. I need her to be mine. And mine she will be.
No, what if I'm not what she wants. It doesn't matter, I'll go insane if I don't tell her!
So, here I sit, in her room early in the evening, thinking about how I always find myself running to her room, finding all sorts of reasons to go check on her. To be with her.
Her beautiful voice brings me out of my trance, asking, "Lorcan, do you think Connor is still alive?" She asked with such worry.
Connor this. Connor that. Is that all she thinks about? I can understand she is worried about him, but I can't stand the thought of her not thinking about me.
"Yes, Grace. I do think he is alive." I said a little angrily. I immediately regretted the harsh tone in my voice.
I could see it on her face- she was scared. I never wanted to see her that way.
"Grace," I said, getting up off of my chair and walking towards her, "You said it yourself. You feel he is alright,
did you not?" I whispered, lightly touching her cheek with my knuckles.
"B-but, what if I'm wrong, what if he's not OK," She said, panic evident in her eyes and voice, "I'm basing this on a stupid feeling that any well-minded person wouldn't trust." Tears began pouring over her cheeks.
"Do you love your brother?" Her answer was what I expected.
"Of course." She said, her voice cracking midway.
"Do you trust your love for your brother?" I asked the question without thinking.
"Yes."
"Do you believe in love?" Where the heck was I going with this?
"Yes." She said, her green orbs clashing with my blue ones.
"As do I." I said, pulling her closer, my hands around her waist, never willing to let go.
"Lorcan wha-" I cut her off.
Yep I kissed her.
Crashing my lips with. I waited, seeing if she would resiest. And much to my surprise she diden't. So I
thought, if I was going to drown I might as well take in the water. And with new found confidence I slowly,
and tenderly licked her bottom lip. Either she likes me, or it just tickled, because lo and behold,
she opend up. With much pride, and eximent I explored the caverns of her mouth. Until she slightly
turned her head, signaling that she needed air. When we pulled apart I was proud to see her out of
breath and blushing.
Again I asked,
"Do you believe in love?"
When she cought her breath her answer was a simple, "Yes."
"Oh really?" I asked, teasing her.
"Yes." She replied.
"Hmm... well I'm not so sure I'm convinced."
She just smiled at me and then it was time for round two. Then I knew this was it, the reason I was still here on this was for her, and I was, for once, glad that I had, used, to be doomed to an existance of isolation, and pain. But of course noy anymore.