….That look…how he looked over to me one last time, those soft olive eyes flashed into mine, a sort hunger they were holding, I couldn't look away either, it was like the hunger was feeding me..In a flash like nothing happen he turned his head and was off. That night I shed tears….why?
Bam! Kord had hit me with his rammstone slug and I flew a few feet in the air into a brush.
"Eli, are you alright?" He came running over to me like I had just been shot. I get up and nod to him, trying to stand up and ignore the soreness in my thigh. "I'm Fine Kord; I'm just a little tired."
We walked silently back to the hut and I jiffy off to my room, slowly closing the door and breathing quietly as I lay on my bed. What was it? That hunger in his eyes?
I don't know why I still feel bad about him leaving, well I do but….it just seems so wrong, unnerving.
Like he had just ripped open a raw grapping hole inside me. I should've known he was too good to be true, I mean, he was just too perfect and came out of nowhere to protect us and even join our team.
My heart begins to quicken as memories fill my head, one in particular comes to me. It was the night before we were gonna strike Blakk again; he had been sleeping in my room since the air condition in Pronto's was busted.
"It's great to have you on the team Twist, the family" he smiled at me, making me feel a little weird getting into my own bed.
We both laid on our backs silently, listening to gawking and squawking of the creatures of the night. I glance over at Twist, his glaze idly on the wall. Finally he broke the silence
"Eli..." The room suddenly got warmer; I realize he just got closer to me.
Even though our skin were barely touching I could feel his heartbeat, the rhythm was strong and roused like my own.
"Yeah" I responded an almost weird tone; a sort of needy breath I breathed.
Silence overtook for a moment, I glazed my eyes over to his figure, that tanned tone chest of his, brownish yellow hair gleamed in the moonlight, those olive green seemed to filled with emotion, an intense one, I felt my heart beat even more, faster, so much I could hear it clearly.
Then he opened his mouth, the rhythm of my heart twice as fast. "...Thanks for letting me be on the team"
Absent-mindedly biting my tongue as I almost thought my heart skip more than a couple of beats, I wanna sigh, even cough at the strange pressure that had suddenly built in my chest but I force myself to respond.
"It's cool man, actually I should be thanking you" We both share a laugh, of course mine was fake and airy. "Well good night dude" he rolls over without a second thought, leaving me lay awake alone, a bitter taste in my throat, why? I know the taste, it's familiar with me enough to know that it's disappointment, but why am I feeling know, was it something Twist did or say?
Soon I turn over to and shut my eyes, tight, almost to the point of vertigo, then I open them wide to darkness. It's like I wanna stop something, black-out, erase, but what?