Chapter 4- Almost

I decided to cook dinner for them after they let me stay for a few days. I've been here 4 days and I can honestly say that I've gotten closer to everyone, especially Serah. She was a very interesting girl and you'd wonder how she could be related Light considering the large facade she puts on to be tough and emotionless. Light and I got closer too, to the point where we would spend all of our free time together. It didn't matter what we were doing; it was fine if we did it together. I refused any help from anyone in cooking today; I really wanted to show them how much I appreciate everything they've done for me.

"Smells good,"

Light walked into the room and sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. She was wearing a pink tanktop and form fitting jeans. Her hair was also pinned up.

"Hope you like it,"

"Pun intended?"

I chuckled and she smiled; her sense of humor definitely got better as the days went by. She walked beside me and examined what I was doing.

"Where'd you learn to cook?"

"Food Network,"

She laughed.

"Can I help?"

I told Serah and Snow no already and it really pained me to do this.

"I would love if you did, but I gotta do it on my own,"

"Why?"

"It's my way of giving back,"

She understood immediately. She turned to walk away. As long as I've known her, I've never known Light to be clumsy but I suppose a slip can happen to anyone. I didn't realize a little soapy water was on the floor and a wet cloth was hidden beneath the cloudy shell and she slipped. I stepped aside, dropping whatever I was doing to catch her but I was no ninja. I ended up falling too with her landing on me. She really wasn't that heavy at all; the fall to the floor hurt a lot more than her falling on me. She looked up at me as I sat up. I couldn't move, my head and face were frozen in place when she gave me the most concerned look on her face.

"Did...I hurt you?"

"N-N-No, n-not at all..."

She didn't seem convinced.

"The floor hurt more than you did, you're as light as a feather, pun intended,"

She started to laugh.

"I told you that you can call me by my real name now,"

"I know, I'm just so used to calling you Light that I haven't adjusted to that privilege,"

I didn't realize how close her face was until I opened my eyes from laughing nervously. Her eyes were filled with love and care. Her hands were on either side of me and her upper body leaned toward my own straightened one. Her hair somehow managed to unpin itself during the chaos of the fall. She looked so...immaculate. I felt my throat go dry and my legs refused to move as she was on them. My face began to shift closer against my will. I knew doing this now was as great an opportunity as any but...I was hesitant. I wasn't quite sure how she felt about me yet...I mean she kisses my cheek and forehead so much that we'd might as well be dating but she had never mentioned interest in doing so. Her eyes narrowed and she moved closer. She was too close. I could make out every detail of her beautiful sapphire eyes and count every eyelash on her eyelids.

"Hope! Phone call!"

Damn it...all I could say was damn it. Son of a bitch! What a time to get a phone call!

I sadly looked to her and she understood as she leaned off of me to let me get up. I quickly left the room in order to prevent further awkwardness. I held the phone to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Yes, is this Hope Estheim?"

"Yes, can I help you?"

"I'm sorry...your father, Bartholomew Estheim just passed away..."

The phone fell out of my hand and my knees gave way like a string breaking from the weight of an elephant. My days officially went straight to hell from that moment.