Chapter One
Emily simply smiled. For the first time in 3 months, she had a big smile on her face, even her blue eyes smiled. She lay in bed wishing this moment would never end, that the reality of her world would have been the nightmare; but when has a hunter ever been that lucky.
The room was dark, and the body next to her was breathing peacefully, it sounded as soothing as a lullaby to her. The smile remained on her face as she got out of bed, picking up the closest thing to the bed that gave her some decency as she walked to the bathroom. Considering the mess of clothes all over the room, Emily had done well to find one of his t-shirts. Slipping it on, it was naturally too big for her 5''6'' frame, but still clung gently to her body; the scent of the owner filling her nose.
The light was bright from the bathroom, and the figure still on the bed stirred, before relaxing again into a rhythm of sleep. Emily quickly looked to the bed, and watched as the half naked man continued to sleep, a slight glean of sweat visible on his torso; which was no surprise considering what had happened a few hours earlier.
There was no fooling anyone that Emily and this man shared something intimate and passionate, her wavy brown hair looked tangled where he had been pulling it in the moment. These past 3 months had been a mess for both of them, and they both needed each other, depended on each other to get through all that had happened. Emily had witnessed someone as close to her as a brother get killed, and knew where he was now, which kept the pain raw and real.
The relationship with the man in her bed was complicated, and never in a million years did she think that they would have slept with each other. Or for Emily, make love. Of course things were different, and he had changed since losing his family, but Emily never expected things to be the same. Though, she would be happy as long as they continued from this moment, not knowing how they could ever go back to how it was before. Maybe the word love was too early for this one time encounter, or for the situation as whole, but Emily knew that the only thing she had in her life was lying in that bed; sleeping.
In trying to calm her hair down, Emily could hear a mobile phone ring from the bedroom, rushing to open the door and answer it, the low voice of the man in the bed stopped her; nerves suddenly taking over. She breathed heavily, knowing that they would see each other eventually; but Emily waited until he put the phone down.
'It's 4:30 in the morning, what could yo...' The voice paused to listen to whoever it was on the phone.
'Ruby, where are you?'
Not even Emily could have been prepared for what happened next, but she opened the door of the bathroom, dreaming to see the tall, muscular hunter smile from the bed. But what she got was the back of him, leaving the room with his duffle bag and a folded piece of paper on her pillow.
GOODBYE. S.W