Change of Heart
Change of Heart
Chapter Eight : These Foreign Feelings : Part 2
Road had heard Allen's request loud and clear, and made no response. She was still angry, more at herself than anyone. She clutched her pillow to her chest as she sat up in bed and looked out the window.
The moon was a sliver of a crescent, and would probably be gone tomorrow. Road put her pillow back and slipped out of bed. She quietly walked over to the window; her bare feet made no sound on the carpet. With one motion, she opened the large French windows.
The cool, gentle breeze spread through her room and danced with her loose, white nightdress. She took a deep breath and looked out into the night. She wanted, so badly, to be with Allen. She wanted to feel his arms wrap around her and pull her close. She wanted to fall asleep listening to his heartbeat, gentle and slow. She felt so helpless—she would do anything for him, and she only wished she could make him believe it. She knew it was against 'the rules.'
But she didn't care. She didn't care that it was forbidden. She didn't care that she was a Noah; that he was an Exorcist, and that they 'couldn't' be together.
"Who made that stupid rule, anyway?" She muttered as she leaned her chin on her hands.
Her lips curved into a small smile, or perhaps a devilish smirk, as thoughts flitted through her mind. She traced a painted fingernail across the windowsill before she drew pictures in the air with the same finger.
"Who cares about 'Noah' and 'Exorcist'…I just wanna be with him…" Road whispered before she stood up and closed the windows. The loudness of the latch made her jump slightly, and she hurried back to bed.
She slipped under the covers quietly and looked through the window from a distance. It was a beautiful night, really. She had never really paid much attention to things like that until recently. She had begun to discover holes in her heart, in the very core of her being, that couldn't be filled with violence.
She wanted to hope, to love, and have someone love her back. Nothing more; nothing less. As she swayed on the border between consciousness and sleep, she couldn't help but hear Allen's voice, calm and soothing, echo in her head.
He was so innocent…so kind…so perfect. She wanted to be a part of him, and he, a part of her. She would do anything to prove that she was serious…she couldn't help, as she entered into sleep, but think about tomorrow, and what would be said or done. She smiled and felt a calmness sweep over her as she realized that Allen had given her what she had wanted in the first place:
A second chance.
