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Chapter 25

Julia was waiting for Mort to speak but he was silent. His arms were tightly wrapped around her, almost possessively. His eyes were staring at the wall across from them blankly. His mouth was set into a thin line, his eyebrows knitted in confusion and…anger. She hadn't meant to make him upset but the dream really bothered her. She was scared.

"Mort…?" she whispered, trying to break free from his grip but he didn't let her move away from him. He shook his head and rested his chin at the top of her head, closing his eyes tightly.

"You shouldn't have read the bloody book…" he said through gritted teeth, pressing her closer to him.

"Mort…I …" she started but she was cut of by him.

"You shouldn't have read the fucking book, Julie! Attention is everything he wants!" he snapped loudly and she flinched.

"Attention…? But…" she trailed of and he shook his head again.

"I told you not to …you never listen to me…do you?" he whispered in a low voce and she swallowed.

"Mort…it was just a dream…I didn't mean to worry you…" she said softly and he kissed the top of her head.

"How was he like? Tell me." He whispered and she relaxed when she felt his lips on her hair again.

"He…I do not remember him clearly…he was tall…" she said with a frown and he looked at her.

"…and?" he pressed and she moved away from him.

"He was…he had dark hair…short that is…um…wore…country clothes…you know…he …was wearing a …" she trailed of and he shuddered visibly.

"…a hat." He finished for her and she nodded.

"Shit…" he muttered with a fake, dry laugh.

"Why …? Is he the one you used to see…I mean…" she said uncomfortably and he nodded, running a hand through his hair.

"You see him now too…that's…peachy…" he said, shaking his head.

"What do you mean too?" she demanded and he looked at her.

He remained silent, turning to look at his lap with dark eyes, his face decorated by a mocking smile that made her cringe. He shook his head a couple of times to himself as if not hearing her question.

"You want her…" he mumbled to himself and she looked at him with wide eyes.

"What?" she asked and he snapped his eyes to her, the smile never leaving his face. The mockery in it didn't involve her however. It was for someone else. Someone only he knew.

"Did he hurt you? In your dream I mean…" he asked her, staring at her. His eyes wandering all over her face and down her neck.

"No…he didn't touch me at all…" she said confused and he nodded.

"Mort…what did you mean before?" she asked and he smiled at her.

"He wants you, Julie…I think that he wants you…" he told her and she huffed.

"How can he want me, honey? He's not real. He is you. You have me." She whispered as she run her hand through his hair.

"He was part of you imagination. He's not real. Understand that?" she said firmly and he looked at her before looking away from her eyes but not moving away from her touch. She moved her hand to cup his cheek and he leaned into her touch, rubbing his face against it like a cat and she smiled.

"I'm scared he'll be back, Julie…now that I have a peace in here…" he said in a barely audible voice, pointing to his temple.

"He wants that too…what if I hurt you?" he whispered and she shook her head.

"Nonsense. It was just a stupid dream that you shouldn't take seriously. The book probably affected me." She said while he stared at her.

"Has he talked to you again?" she asked gently and he shook his head.

"No…but I have been seeing dreams…since I returned here…" he said softly.

"Dreams? We all dream, love." She said with a smile and he licked his lips that had suddenly gone dry.

"But you're not there when I wake up…I want you to be there when I wake up..." he whispered and she inhaled sharply at the emotion she saw in his eyes.

"Oh…Mort…" she whispered, leaning closer to him, forgetting where she was. She brushed her lips against his and he whimpered, pressing their lips together and crashing her against his chest. He moved his hands to her cheeks and stroked them before tangling his fingers into her hair, only to find it pulled up in a ponytail. He growled and pulled it down quickly, eager to feel her locks against his hands. She smiled into the kiss and tried to move back but he held her close to him, a pitiful whimper escaping his throat as she tried to break their kiss. She laughed against his lips and he growled.

"It's not funny…" he gasped between kisses that she tried to move back from, afraid that someone might see them. Besides her break was far over.

"Mort…" she whispered out of breath as he kissed her nose and cheeks repeatedly.

"This is not working…it's like an obsession I have…" he muttered as he pulled her into his arms.

"I don't think anyone would obsess over me, Mort…" she said softly into his chest.

"I am though…can't you just hide me in your bag and take me with you?" he asked her so seriously that she burst into laughing.

"I think…you are a bit tall for me to put you in my purse…" she said between her giggles and he smirked, forgetting everything when he heard her laughter.

"You can shrink me down so I could always fit in your pocket." He whispered and she smiled.

"That would be great…" she said, hugging him tightly. He turned serious again and shook his head as he kept thinking about…him.

"You won't leave me, will you? Ever…?" he asked her and she shook her head quickly, pressing closer to him and hiding her face in his shirt.

"Tell me…" he demanded hoarsely.

"I won't." she said without hesitation and he believed her. He trusted her. It was himself that he didn't trust. He had lost faith in himself a long time ago but she had helped him regain some of it since he had met her. The thought of ever having to live without her scared him more than the thought of staying forever in that place.

"You love me, don't you? Tell me you love me, Julie…" he pleaded and she laid her head on his shoulder, her hands rubbing his back soothingly.

"I love you." She said steadily and he smiled.

They both jumped when they heard someone coughing near them. Mort jumped and quickly moved away from her. Julia smiled sheepishly at Mary who was shaking her head with a smile.

"Sorry, but our break is over, Julie." She said looking at them while Mort stared at his hands. Julia cleared her throat and stood up from the bench.

"All right. Sorry. See you later, Mort." She said turning to leave but he caught her wrist tightly.

"What is it?" she asked softly and he bit his lip before speaking.

"I …can you…I mean…I want a photo of you." He said at last and her eyes widened while Mary giggled, covering her mouth and turning away from the two.

"…A photo?" she asked stunned and he nodded eagerly.

"Um…okay. I'll…I'll bring you one." She said, blushing red.

"When?" he asked excitedly and she smiled, the flush still on her cheeks.

"Um…tomorrow." She said and he released her, smiling at her happily.

"Thank you, Julie." He said before standing up and heading for his room with happy footsteps.

Julia pulled back her hair while Mary looked at her with a smile.

"What? He just wants a photo." She said as she passed by her.

"Hey, I didn't say anything!" the other woman said with a laugh as she followed Julia quickly.

End of chapter 25

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