I'm sorry for how long this took to post. I was so busy over Christmas and New Year's, I just simply didn't have any time to write a new chapter. But it's done now and I hope you enjoy it ^^
I wake up the next morning, the light from outside peaking through the curtains ever so slight and just enough to light the room up so that the outline of objects are visible. I sit up on the mattress, surrounded by the sheets. I look subtly to my side to find myself alone in the sheets again. My fingers curl around the fabrics and tighten into fists, not in annoyance, but rather in hurt and worry. Worry because of the thought of what has pushed him out, what if the Guardians told him to leave? And hurt because he could've warned me of his departure, rather than leaving me here wondering what's happened and the feeling of abandonment looming over me. I could still feel his hands from last night, running over my skin. Feel him inside me, my hair being tugged and everything in pure ecstasy! What if he left because of that? What if he thought I was terrible?... No... He wouldn't leave over something as trivial as that. After everything we've been through together over the last couple of days... We love each other. I rip the sheets from my and run out of the room, vaulting the stair rail outside and landing on the ground floor. It's then that I realise the familiar whir of machinery wasn't filling the air and the friendly jungle of the elves bells weren't ringing in my ears. The workshop was empty. But it always works three hundred and sixty five days of the year.
"North?" I call, looking at the emptiness around me, "Tooth?!" I try again, suddenly becoming desperate for an answer, for someone, something, to break the deafening silence.
"Bunny?! Sandy?!" I cry out, running into different corridors, eventually coming to the Workshop entrance.
"PITCH!" I scream, collapsing to my knees and tears spilling over my cheeks. My hands press against the wooden slats, supporting me as I collapse to all fours.
"PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME ALONE!" I beg, feeling the pain of three hundred years of loneliness looking over me. I falls onto my side and bring my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around them, and burying my face. I don't want to be left on my own again. I made a mistake trying to throw it all away, it was me being caught up in the moment and thinking it was best... Is that why I've been left alone now? I shut my eyes tightly. Suddenly, a hand brushes through my hair and my eyes spring open. My hands uncurl from the sheets and my head rests a little lighter on the pillow. Quickly I sit up in bed and my eyes lie on Pitch who is sitting on the edge of the bed next to me. It was a nightmare? I can remember waking up to find Pitch not being here and then... I must have fallen asleep again and Pitch not being here must've triggered a horrible nightmare of loneliness.
"I'm right here." Pitch whispers softly, his hand reaching over and brushing lightly through my hair again.
Everyone had heard my shouting and screaming from downstairs. So everything that was happening was a nightmare but my speech was being said out loud huh? They were fretting around me for about ten minuets, making sure I was ok, Bunny even taking it as far as blaming Pitch for my nightmare. It was obvious that the Guardians still didn't fully trust
Pitch, but I would like to believe the reason they were trying was because they trusted me enough to know my decision is the right one. However I think it might be a while before any of them trust him without my assurance. Sometimes I could hear Pitch having a conversation with MiM, but it always was a mix of emotions. Sometimes it would sound happy, and they would chat like old friends. But other times, they would argue and would sound like mortal enemies, so I could never figure out if MiM agreed with the idea of me and Pitch together and him being around the Guardians. Sitting at the breakfast table was anything but simple. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife and the was a need for something to be said lingering around, but nobody gathered the guts to do it. I have no problem with either the Guardians or Pitch, but because they find it awkward together... It puts me in their awkward situation too. I don't want to leave Pitch on his own as it'll probably be intimidating for him... But I don't know if I can take it any more. I cough slightly in an break the ice.
"P-Pitch... Would you- ah- accompany me on a walk?" I ask, a little too formally for my liking.
"Yes." He replies, nearly a micro second after I ask the question, quickly standing up and exiting the room with me.
"I don't think I've been in a more tense situation in my life." I breathe, rigidly. We step out together into the snowy landscape of the North Pole, the snow crunching familiarly under my feet a in my toes.
"Agreed. I don't think that they'll ever get used to me." Pitch replies, holding his hand out toward me. I take it, my fingers entwining with his.
"They will, you just need to give them time. They were the same toward me when I first arrived here remember?" I attempt to lighten his mood by thinking positively. Silence falls upon us for a few seconds, before I gain the courage to ask something that has been bothering me.
"What have you and MiM been talking about?" I questions, unsure whether I want to hear the answer.
"Just things, nothing important." He replies, brushing off the question with ease.
"But the other night it sounded as if you and him were arguing." I push.
"Hm? Oh, yes we were." He answers, however, he catches the panicked face of mine and quickly explains himself, "Me and Lunar go back a fair while. Even to the point where we had a form of friendship. It seems like that is developing again and, like any friends do, we argue. Nothing about me and you, just general political rubbish." He smiles warmly. I lean into him, happy with his explanation and enjoy the moment. The snow dancing around us and the only noise to be the whistling of the calm wind. I wish that is could be like this forever. But it can't. At some point wed have to go back into the workshop with the Guardians and everything would become awkward again...
"Do you think we'll ever be able to have a normal relationship?" I question.
"Yes, someday... But its not like we don't have enough time. I'm willing to wait if you are." He replies.
"Of course I am. In the three hundred and nineteen years I've been a spirit... You're the best thing that's ever happened in my life." I smile warmly back.
