Sorry for the long wait. My FanFiction account had a problem. It won't show me my documents so I can't really post a new chap. So I had to wait. It was until today that it was fixed so here it is. :)
Ian found himself sitting across her.
Isabel's voice echoed in his mind. Emotions are dangerous. How do- He pushed that thought away. Cliché. Of course, he knows that. He doesn't need to be reminded every single time. He knew that he would be sitting in front of her like this. He knew that he would succumb to his curiosity.
Amy Cahill.
It was after a few seconds did he realize he said that out loud. She didn't move or react. His brows furrowed. With careful eyes, he scanned her appearance. Reddish-brown hair. Green eyes. Common combination but beautiful. Of course, no sleep. Didn't eat. And a list of other obvious things appeared in his mind simultaneously.
He stared back at her. She was not very beautiful but she was also not ugly. Simple, if you must say. Smart and witty, according to his memories, though not as smart as him, of course. He smirked at that thought. Not in any of the four branches so she must be a Madrigal. Used to be a shy girl and stutters a lot.
He continued to read her as time passed by. They looked weird just sitting there, staring. He was staring at her as his mind did its job. She was staring past his shoulder, staring at nothing in particular.
Minutes passed, Ian was done with reading her. He managed to track down every memory and everything that happened. He frowned. She was still staring. Still no reaction. According to his observations, he should get a response from her but he didn't and it didn't look like he will. She must still be in shock from the information that his Mum gave away, considering the happiness his Mum showed a while ago.
He looked at his watch. He needed to go. He still needs to do a lot of things. He stood up; the sound of the chair moving along the floor broke the silence. Silence fell once more. He took one last look at her then went out of her cell.
He went to visit her again. This time he wants to get something out of her. He wants to meet her. Formally. Well, he did meet her but he wants to talk to her. He wants to hear her voice. He wants answers coming straight from her.
He entered the cell, expecting to find her back to normal. Unfortunately, she was still sitting there staring at nothing. He resumed his seat across the table. He placed the paper cup on the her side of the table. Still no reaction, just like before. Though, this time he needs to try.
"You're thirsty." he said. It was more of a statement than a question.
She didn't answer.
He tried again. "You're not sleeping."
No answer.
"You need to rest, you know." He tried to extract all the emotions in his voice. She might think of it as something else but it turned out he didn't need to worry. She wasn't paying much attention to him anyway.
He leaned forward and placed his hands under his chin. Something started to tug at his heart. He was afraid of something. Judging from her state, it's very possible. If that did happen, it would be a big problem. It's not that he was worried about her. It's just that it would be a pity to see her go away like that. To know the girl who made his puny heart race back then.
He continued to look at her. Thinking of everything. Minutes or maybe an hour has passed, something told Ian he needed to go. He shook his head and stood up once again, leaving the hot cup of tea on the table. He placed his hands in his pockets and he walked out of her cell. Before the door closed, he heard something. He felt his mind panic for a fraction of a second then he quickly shut it down. He heard laughter. Not happy laughter. Hysterical laughter.
He came back after a day or two. He immediately noticed a change in her position. Her chair was now farther from the table but she remained on her seat. Yes, it's such a simple thing but it's big for her.
He went to his usual place, across the table. She had this creepy smile on her face. It's starting. And he needs to do something before she really goes insane. The staring resumed but Ian's patience was growing thinner.
He waited for a reaction from her. He waited for a few minutes until he really had it. He immediately stood and reached out to touch her shoulder. Only his fingertips were able to touch her when she suddenly moved for the first time. She scrambled back, away from him. The chair fell down when she stood up and sat on the corner, curling up in a ball.
Of course. One of the expected reaction. He slowly walked towards her, heels clicking softly on the floor. With each step, he received a soft whimper. He stopped in front of her. She wrapped her arms around her knees, hugging them tight. Her hair was messy. Her face was buried in her arms but he knew tears were streaming down her cheeks.
"No. No. No." she said in a soft voice. Full of fear as if he was going to hurt her. She almost choked a few times.
He suddenly felt his heart grew heavy. A indescribable feeling gripping his heart in his chest. He frowned. He never felt this way. Not in this body. Could it be.. He looked at her weeping form. The feeling grew consuming his mind. He knelt in front of her. His Mum's voice came back in his head.
Emotions are dangerous. How do you know you're losing? When you feel something.
And he was losing. He was losing from the very beginning, the moment he stepped into her cell. It wasn't her fault. It was his. But if he was to lose, might as well make it worth it. His hands found her shoulders. He felt her body tensed as he touched her.
Slowly, he pulled her into a tight hug. He felt his walls start to waver. He hugged her tighter. The scent of her hair intoxicated his mind. The feel of her skin against his hands. He sighed into her hair as she shook under him. They stayed like that for minutes. Ian lost count when suddenly he felt her move, shifting her body. He felt her arms snake around his waist, returning his hug. He was surprised by the sudden action.
He wanted to see her. The real her. The Amy Cahill he longed to meet. But she didn't let go. She hugged him tighter and buried her face at the crook of his neck. His walls crashed down. He smiled a bit and hugged her back. His heart was racing. He was amazed that hug could mean something more. He never thought that such a simple action can be so full and heart-warming. He never thought that feeling would be this great. He missed this.
He knew his shirt was going to be wet. He knew his Mum would get mad. He knew this was going to change him. But he doesn't care. He wanted this. He chose to go this way and nothing will ever change that because of her. They stayed like that, hugging each other, until she calmed down. Until her eyes were swollen. She slowly pulled away with her head down, hair covering his face. He suddenly felt irritated that he can't see her. The room fell silent.
Slowly, Ian tucked her hair behind her ear. He cupped her cheek and tilted her head so that he can see her. She was beautiful. Swollen green eyes. Bags under eyes. Messy hair. Pale skin. He's got to admit she was in a mess but altogether she was still beautiful. After all this time , he finally heard her voice.
"Sorry." she said.
It made him smile. "It's alright. Come on, then." he said while he stood up and picked up and chair.
She slowly stood up and sat down. He then sat on the table. He watched as she picked the cup of tea he left a few days ago. He wanted to stop her but he knew she was very thirsty so he didn't.
Amy quickly drank the tea. She's never tasted cold tea that was as good as this. It was cold but it's alright. Right now all she needs is liquid that will quench her thirst. She felt his eyes on her. She quickly finished the cup of tea and placed it on the table. Her eyes were very swollen and tired. She suddenly felt her whole body ached. She groaned.
At the same time, he spoke. "I'm sorry. I need to go. I'm going to ask someone to send you some food. Go and take a rest."
She just nodded without looking at him. "Thank you." she muttered. He sighed. Without thinking, he leaned towards her and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. With this, he stood and went out of her cell.
As soon as the door closed behind him, Amy cursed under her breath. How long was she gone? What did she do? All she remembers is Isabel's speech and the hug. There was a big gap in between that she can't seem to remember. Her heart beat fast in her chest. What stupid thing did she do that made Ian hug her? Considering it was not the Ian Kabra she knew.
Not long after he left, food came. She quickly finished her food. After eating, she was back to staring at nothing again. There was not much to do in cell with just a table and chair. Suddenly, she felt her body started to grow heavy. Her head throbbed in pain. She closed her eyes and massaged her temples, fighting back the tears. It felt like something was drilling inside her head. Smashing. Breaking. She fell off her chair and landed on her back. It was painful but it was not comparable to the pain she was feeling in her head.
She screamed as the pain suddenly increased like a bubble popped. She sensed that the door opened. She felt someone grip her arms on both sides. She tried to look up and she saw him. Ian. No. He tricked me again. No... Her vision blurred while her eyelids grew heavy. Darkness. Her sense of touch started to fade and the last one was always her hearing. Ian whispered something she didn't understand then she plunged into darkness.
She was leaning against the wall around the corner. They were heading the other way, of course. She was not that stupid. She sensed the door opened. She doesn't need to peek. She can sense them.
She knew he was alone. Isabel told him to ask the guards to get the girl, not him, but then again Ian was always hard-headed. Isabel asked her to look after him. She always thought it was unnecessary but she realized it was very much needed. He was always the one to be affected by his heart. Especially, when it comes to the girl. Seriously, what does he even see in her?
"I need you to look after him. I can't afford to lose him again. His strength is needed but he's a very naughty boy." Isabel had said.
She heard his footsteps faded. She smiled. "Naughty boy. A naughty boy, indeed."
It's okay for you to hate me for the long update but please don't hate the story. Please review! :)
*I forgot to add...Oooooh mysterious girl! *wriggles eyebrows*
