I sat in the front seat, watching the full moon following me. I seemed that I wasn't the only person who didn't like hospitals. I smiled at that thought. The moment we had walked in the front door I could feel him tense slightly, a brief moment showed a look that almost seemed like repulsion on his face, but as usual he masked his inner thoughts perfectly.
We turned a bend and reached the top of the hill, the moon shone down "can we stop for a moment please?" he pulled the car over with expert precision not asking for a reason.
I stepped out of the car and pulled my phone out of my pocket, I had to get a photo, even though I knew that it would never do it justice. It would just be another photo to add to the collection of moments when I had endeavoured to capture part of the beauty of nature and failed miserably in my attempt. I sighed, looks like I had been right.
But then again I didn't really have a right to try and capture the beauty of nature, it was for everyone. I should just enjoy the moment.
Mordecai placed an arm around my waist and I jumped slightly, I had almost forgotten that he was even there, almost.
"would you do me the honour of a dance Miss Roberts?" I turned and put my hand in his outstretched one "I would love to Mr Oliver"
We danced under the moonlight for hours or maybe what could have been just minutes. It didn't matter either way, time was not important; all that mattered was the present.
We were wrapped up in a trance, a web slowly being wound around us. I begun to wonder who was spinning it, was it me? I didn't know, I didn't care, I was happy to let myself be swept away.
The tugging sensation of my new stiches pulling at my skin was enough to unravel the web around me. I was still in his arms, and I couldn't stop the blush from rising to my cheeks. I looked away "we should probably go, its getting late" , I could feel his resentment for disrupting the moment, but there was still a part of me, a small weather beaten wall, that hadn't quite given way yet to the onslaught of waves he was sending hurtling towards me.
We sat in silence as we drove back to the house, the house, that was what it had become to me, just another house. My life had used to have been contained in those walls, it had watched me grow, laugh, cry, it had watched me and kept my safe. Now all it was, was just a house. It was no longer home. Where was my home? The thoughts went on and on, I was sick of them, I was sick of thinking, I wanted to shut them off, lock them in a room and throw away the key. I was still trying to attempt the feat of stopping all thoughts in my head when we pulled up outside the now eerie and silent house.
As I walked through the door, I felt its heavy weight of silence pressing down on me, I felt trapped, like I was suffocating. I was beginning to hyperventilate, I held my arms around my stomach, trying to force the air into my lungs, but getting no where. As soon as I felt his body next to mine, the weight lifted and I felt safe and protected. This was home.
