Part Two
One day, mine and Millie's relationship took a giant leap forward. Well, at least my feelings for the blasted woman-child changed.
It all happened on a day when we were home alone. My brother and his woman had gone out in a rush, to do what, I did not care to ask.
The tall woman, Millie, did not have anything to do that day, besides watch her child.
And I did not like leaving the house.
So, we were alone, well practically.
We ignored each other for the majority of the day. Sometimes I would catch the woman staring at me. I couldn't believe she would still stare at me after she was caught. What really surprised me, I did not bring up my irritation to her after that first time. And another shock, was that I didn't mind,
So, we found ourselves seated next to each other at the kitchen table. Mathew was next to his mother, in his high chair, eating the food she had prepared for him.
I held my tea in my right hand, sipping from it occasionally and my left hand rested on the table next to Millie's right. I had no clue how close our hands were to touching. And when our hands actually touched, we did not notice, not until Mathew was finished with his meal and Millie went to lift him from his high chair. It was her hand moving away from mine that made us look down at our connection.
We quickly moved our hands away, Millie with a gasp.
"Sorry," she mumbled before taking her son into her arms and hurrying out of the room.
I continued to sit at the table, my eyes staring into nothing. It was at this time that I realized I wanted something other than my brother's devotion and allegiance, my sisters' freedom, and the destruction of humanity. I wanted a companion, someone who loves me like the small woman loved Vash.
I wanted love, I wanted loyalty, I wanted trust, and I knew Millie Thompson was the woman who could give me what I wanted.
END OF PT. 2
