He felt so real. Maybe because he was real, but I still wasn't used to that he was like me. All of his muscles were tensed because let's face it, this was not very comfortable. I hated myself for not taking him home. In that way, we would both be in great condition by know. Why hadn't I done it? Was it his weak voice, saying to me he wouldn't make it? To be honest to myself, I think I was afraid to let him go. I've already lost everybody I loved. Twice, and that is twice as much as I could handle. And also, there was a small voice in the back side of my head, saying it was defiantly not a good idea bringing him back to mum and dad.
Trying to bring myself back from my thoughts to reality, I realize I don't know his name yet. My thoughts wonder off again, thinking about how his life has looked like the last three years. It couldn't be good. I knew it the second he gave me that terrified face out on the lake, just before he started running, desperate to get away from me. Funny, now it's me, trying to get away from him. Am I terrified? Probably. But that wasn't going to stop me from knowing this guy. Even if he clearly had the wrong thoughts about souls, I could still at least try and make him look in the world from another view. The anger in his face has calmed down a bit, but from what I've just experienced, I think it's going to be hard to change his perspective.
''What's your name?'' I ask, wanting to hit myself when I hear myself sobbing. Deep breath I think to myself. Deep breath.
''Noah.'' I smile, it suits him. I look into his eyes, testing the name. He raise one eyebrow and I blush understanding he is waiting for my name.
''I'm Ivy, but my mom calls me Iv. I don't like it, but I don't care, just as long it's just her who is saying it.'' I blush even more because I am now just babbling about stuff he don't give a shit about.
''Why should someone even want to make a nickname out of Ivy? It has three letters. I mean, William into Will is understandable. But Ivy into Iv? Nah,'' Noah comment. I appreciate it, because that is exactly what I was thinking the first time mother called me Iv.
''Your name is beautiful,'' I hear him whisper, coming closer. I smile at the compliment and is just about to say the same thing to him, but is prevented by his lips, crashing against mine. My eyes widen. What is he doing? I wanted to kiss him back but something stopped me. Marvel. Shit.
Marvel had been my best friend before our world was turned upside down. We grew up together and were unrepeatable. With a soul implanted into his body, he still kept close to me. He explained to me how his body wanting to be near me. Always wanted to know I was safe. How his heart was beating for me. I could have never guessed Marvel liked me back then, when he was still here. I loved him, but I knew he would never feel the same thing for me. But no, I was proven wrong.
The first year with the souls I've cried my heart out. My parents were there for me, helping me. But so was Marvel. Getting to know my new family and Marvel, they told me stories about other worlds I couldn't possible imagine. All the beautiful places they've all visited. Marvel was the one who told most of the stories, because he loved telling stories. He's always loved it. Even before. When we were young, he said he wanted to work entertaining or giving people stories or facts. It would suit him, he is always so good with words. Making them alive and painting up pictures in my head.
I tried to hide it, but I always mourned the worlds they were telling me about. Letting the tears fall as quickly when I was alone. Which wasn't that often, because Marvel was always there with me. After a while, he kissed me. It was new years eve, and he had told me he would wait for me until I was ready. He said there would be no one but me in this world he wanted to be with. And then, he kissed me. When he kissed me… All my thoughts about the souls changed. I had kissed him back, giving up. Giving myself to him eventually. Everything was different after that. It was great at the beginning. I found safety in his arms, and I gave him happiness. But he disappeared.
I had gone to Spain with my mom and dad, and even though I wanted him to join, he said he would stay home and spend time with his father. I respected that and told him I would miss him and that I would be back soon. He hold my hand the whole car ride to the airport and kissed me goodbye. Sitting in the plane, it amazed me, how our bodies' relations would remain. It had both supported me and pushed me down when I thought about whether I would be taken. The fact that my friendship would never be broken.
My heart broke when I came home, finding Marvel gone. It hit me even harden then the first time. Mum and dad helped my search for him, but he was nowhere to be found. They felt sad, seeing me hurt again. Because they loved me. All I got to know was that Marvel one day had went to his dads house, never coming back. I had got over him and returned back to my life, but I still thought about him every day, hoping he was okay and safe. I had naturally come up with different theories about why he had left. Like he didn't want me anymore, and he wanted to start a new life. Without getting affected of his body. Months went by with me, hating him. Now he was just an old memory.
But the memory does not mean nearly as much as the real Marvel's memory from me meant. I missed him. I miss my family. My real family. My real friends. It felt like all that's rest were just a game. It feels like they are just with me because their bodies are long them to. And thing is, I don't belong around this people. I felt myself and Noah had something in common. I would not let go of him. And I couldn't be doing this. Kissing him? No, it would ruin it all. I push him away from me.
I felt human again. That feeling I hadn't felt in a long time. It felt like I belonged with him. But not like this.
''I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. Its just that I haven't met anyone in…'' he says in a anxious voice.
''No its okey. Just don't do it again okay?'' I interrupt him, adding a small smile. He nods and mumbles a sorry. He looks just like a child and I give out a small laughter, making him blush even more. Then I turn serious.
''Noah, we have to get back. We can't stay here any longer,'' I say. His face turns into stone and he suddenly reminds me of Matty, with his protective serious poker face.
We both swiftly stand up, putting on the ice hold clothes. When done, we look at each other, wondering what each other's next move is. When he see me almost losing my balance he close the space between us in a hug. I sigh.
She looked gorgeous. So petite and cold. It was like whole my body was installing itself to protect her to all cost. No matter what. I should have never kissed her. But I didn't know what happened. I just felt the urge to be close to her. I wanted to know she was safe and never hurt. After everything she has went through, I would never let anything or anyone harm her again. I see her shiver and sway a little on her feet. Quickly I am by her side, embracing her. She sighs and I smile into her hair. No, I am not letting her go that easily.
''Stay with me. Disappear with me,'' he breathes in my ear. I froze right at the spot, not daring to move a muscle. My head starts to spin. I looked at his bright, icy eyes. How they turned out even more blue with his black messy, wet hair covering around his face. I wanted to but…
''How?'' I whisper back to him. This was too much. He couldn't do this. He didn't owe me anything.
''Fly with me. Together we can make it. We can survive, thrust me.'' I frowned.
''But I am not so sure about..'' I begin, but he cut me off.
''You are safe with me Ivy.'' His words spoke nothing but the truth. They were strong and certain, and I believed them.
''But we have nothing,'' I say in a tiny voice. Its sounds so worried and unsure. Damn it Ivy, man up!
''I have a car about 2 miles away.'' I nod and stand up straighter, trying to look more brave.
''I will go with you. To the end of the world. We should get going. We could go up to my house, equip ourselves and..'' my voice died out. Was this really happening? Yes Ivy, it was. Leaning away from him with my eyes closed, trying to keep the tears away, I feel Noahs hands find mine, squeezing them tight. He tells me everything is going to turn out right.
''Let's go then. And Ivy?'' I look at him, feeling my eyes tear up. No, focus and get your head out there!
''I'm sorry I kissed you.'' It looks like he is still concerned about the whole kiss thing, but I quickly wave it away.
''Its fine. Get going?'' I smile. The hold of my hands disappears, and we enter the night.
Woah! That's it for today guys. (or is it..?) I just want to say that this story isnt going the same way as Jared and Melanie, even if their love story is beautiful, I am trying to go for something different in this one. Bye for now :)
