Lemon chapter 2
His eyes were closed, his mind was still. In the grasp of unconsciousness he was, not aware of the world around him. He had a few memories of the events that lead him to this state of being. Robbing the bank, thinking about Carmelita, and then wham! Cocked out by a blow to the back of the head. By the one woman he loves. How should he tell her? Would she accept and do her best to try and establish a relationship with him or would she reject and break his heart forever. It was a hard question to answer. He could not read thoughts.
But now, a light appeared at the end of the dark space he found himself in. He couldn't move, but he could both see and feel the light inching closer to him each second. He asked himself if he was dead, if the blow to the back of the head had disabled a vital part of his brain. Or if he would be paralyzed for the rest of his life. So many hard questions that needed to be paired up with an answer.
The light was closer now. He could feel its embrace closing in on him, slowly but safely burning away the small bits of darkness that surrounded him. A flash, a sting of pain, and then the light had engulfed him, had closed its saving arms around his mind, desperately trying to wake him up.
The environment was different now. He didn't any longer feel the safe light embrace him, and he wondered if he was still within the grasp of unconsciousness. But this he would find out soon. Find out where he was, where she had taken him, and what she would do with him. What would she say to him when he woke up? Would she laugh in his face and boast about that she had finally captured him or would she feel sorry for him, sorry that he had been so easily captured? Little in that case did she know that his mind had been occupied by her. Her beauty had somewhat haunted his mind, torturing him forever with the fact that there could never be anything between them.
He would find out soon.
As for the one who had occupied his thoughts, the one whose beauty had been haunting and torturing him for the past months, she was closer to him then any of them had ever expected. She did know him better than he could understand, knew his soul and his heart. And how he had been thinking about her, knowing that there couldn't ever be anything between them and that he would be forced to be forever parted from her, forced to only get short glimpses of her when she chased after him was also not foreign to her mind.
But now all those emotions had stirred up inside both of her. Carmelita's heart told her brain something that she couldn't ever imagine. Told her something that she wouldn't understand. She didn't ever understand her true feelings for him. She tried to be strong, tried to be resistant to his charming attitude. But now that she had caught him and he would go to prison, or even maybe worse. And then, when those horrible news had reached her, she realized something.
She wanted to live with him and form a family with him. Her feelings had been buried deep down inside her, without her noticing it. But when those news, those horrible news saying that he would be taken from him his life, that was when she had felt that little feeling inside her heart. She realized that she wouldn't want to trade anything in the world for Sly. She also realized another thing.
She understood what he felt for her but also how he didn't have the guts to say it. She was experienced with these feelings. She could tell by the look and the eyes of the men she had met before if they were in love with her. And Sly was no different. Only difference was that it was so much easier for Carmelita to notice that look, those eyes, that smile than with other men. And that made her feel strange. And then all those loose ends tied up together.
She understood that he loed her, understood that she loved him as well, and that he would be taken from him his life within a week.
