Eames kicked off her shoes, and cautiously opened the door to Goren's room, trying to make as little noise as possible.
She entered the room, flashlight in hand, tiptoed over to the bed, where Goren was asleep.
Everything...
But especially don't wake him up.
If Goren discovered that she had entered his room in the middle of the night...
Without his permission...
And if he knew why she was doing it...
Eames was going to be set on fire.
When she reached the bed, Eames turned on the flashlight, and brought it close to Goren's face.
She bent her head to look at his face...
And analyzed the scar that crossed the entire left side of his face.
Why did Goren keep saying he was a monster.
The scar on his face was really pretty...
And it gave him a certain charm.
Eames' heart sank at the memory of how Goren had gotten that scar.
All because he had wanted to take his place.
Goren had sacrificed himself for her.
And she could never forget what he had done for her.
Even disfigured...
Goren would always be beautiful for her.
Beautiful in his own way...
As he had always been.
Eames moved her hand toward the scar, brushed against it.
She had always wanted to touch it.
And if she listened to herself...
She would place a small kiss on that scar.
To make him forget all the pain he had lived...
And felt while sacrificing himself for her.
Goren felt the warmth of a small light near his face, and small thin fingers caressed his scar, with infinite softness.
He must be dreaming...
It was such a sweet dream.
But the softness of her fingers...
Seemed so real.
Who could do such a thing...
Strangely...
Goren felt a small breath brush against his face...
A small breath that made him shiver all over.
It was so pleasant.
Don't tell me...
Eames wouldn't have dared.
She wouldn't have allowed herself to enter his room...
And especially not without his permission.
Goren decided to open his eye to see for himself.
He found himself face to face with two large hazel eyes, which stared at him intensely.
This so particular color of his eyes...
Eames.
There was no doubt.
Goren still remembered the day...
When he had told Eames that she had beautiful eyes...
Making it through, as if of nothing had happened.
Then that he really meant it.
He had never seen such beautiful hazel eyes in his life.
Damn it...
But what was she playing at...
He should be angry with Eames.
And not remembering his fond memories.
Goren decided to pull himself together.
Eames had dared.
She had allowed herself to enter his room...
And the worst part...
She looked at his face.
A violent anger rose in him.
So like that...
Eames was amused by the spectacle of the monster.
Goren was going to make him regret it.
Eames felt long, slender fingers resting on her waist, and other fingers on her wrist, causing her to drop the flashlight, which fell to the ground.
She found herself lifted from the ground, and tipped over with her back to the bed, a Goren leaning over her, his facial features cold, his face just above hers.
Goren pursed his lips, and his brown eye shone with coldness.
- Do you like that much the show of monster...
Goren's words were said with such bitterness, that Eames' heart sank.
The show of monster...
Why was he saying that...
That he was a monster.
Couldn't he stop saying that.
A monster would never sacrifice himself for her.
Did she have to reassure him...
Yes...
Eames had to at least try.
She raised her hand to Goren's face and placed it on his cheek where the scar was, caressing it with infinite softness.
- You are not a monster...
At his words, Goren felt his heart racing.
Not a monster...
Him.
Eames could not be serious.
And couldn't think anything else about what he really was...
A monster.
And yet...
Her big hazel eyes that looked at him without blinking, and with a deep tenderness.
And that soft caress, of her slender little fingers on his cheek, was so pleasant.
No.
It wouldn't be.
He was a monster...
And would remain so.
Eames could never pretend otherwise.
He was going to prove it to her.
Goren grabbed Eames' hand, forced it away from his face, and held it in his own.
He burst out with an icy laugh, which made Eames shake all over.
- If you say so...
At his words, Eames saw Goren lowering his face dangerously towards hers.
No.
Goren was not going to...
He wouldn't dare.
There were limits that should not be exceeded.
- You wouldn't dare...
Do not dare...
That's what Eames really thought.
That he couldn't do it.
So he was going to show her that she was wrong.
Goren put a big, cocky smile on his lips, and his brown eye glinted with defiance.
- You want to bet...
At her words, he brought his lips to hers, took them fiercely.
Eames opened her eyes wide, surprised by this audacity.
Goren had dared.
But it would not be.
She had to stop him.
If he thought he would scare her...
Well...
He was wrong.
Eames put her hands on his chest, pressed with all her strength, tried to push him away.
But impossible...
He was too strong for her.
- No... Eames screamed, trying as best she could to free herself from his grip. Stop it now...
For all answer, Goren shook his head in denial, and took back his lips with ardor, deepening his kiss, forcing the passage of its teeth, and intertwining their tongues in a frenzied dance.
My God...
Goren had dared to kiss her...
And not just once.
And more...
He had put his tongue.
It was too intimate...
But so fiery.
Eames blushed violently, his heart pounding in his chest.
No...
She had to pull herself together.
Goren must not kiss her.
He was breaking up their friendship.
And she would never accept.
Eames violently pounded Goren's chest with all her might.
But instead of stopping him...
Goren put his thigh to her crotch, forced her to spread her thighs.
No.
Anything but that.
My God...
This couldn't be possible.
Eames was in the middle of a nightmare.
A man couldn't change that much...
It was impossible.
This man was the complete opposite of the Goren she knew.
That brute...
That animal.
No.
Goren was not like that.
He couldn't do such a thing...
Not him.
She trusted him blindly...
He was the only one who always respected her.
- Stop... Eames was screaming more and more. I don't want to...
Stop it...
I don't want to...
At Eames' screams, Goren stopped as forbidden, and freezing with horror, realizing what he was doing.
My God...
His anger had pushed him over the edge.
And above all...
He had just hurt...
The one person he cared about the most.
That one person so precious...
And so dear to his heart.
It was not possible...
He couldn't do have making such a thing...
And yet...
Her little red lips swollen from his kisses, pouting, and her big hazel eyes, looking at him, shining with reproach.
Goren had dared to do this.
He was no better than any other man.
Goren hurriedly moved away from Eames, put his hand on the back of her neck, turned his eyes away, not daring to look at her, still in shock, and bitterly reproaching himself for what he had just done.
- Alex...
Eames did not lose a second, finally free, she jumped out of bed, and rushed towards the door, wanting to flee as soon as possible Goren, the pink in the cheeks, and again all messed up about what Goren had just done to her.
Goren had allowed himself to kiss her...
And with the tongue.
But above all...
He had forced her to spread her legs.
She burst into flames, but she pulled herself together.
How had Goren dared to do that...
She who trusted him.
By his actions...
Goren had destroyed everything...
All her years of friendship.
A violent anger rose in Eames.
Making her forget her emotion.
She stopped, turned around, and with a determined step, walked towards Goren, who was make not the proud.
Arrived at the height of Goren, Eames raised the hand, and lowered it with all its forces on the face of Goren, slapped it.
Goren winced with pain, but did not react.
He deserved that slap.
- If you do that again just once... Eames was red with anger, saying her words with rage, in front of Goren, who looked at her, as forbidden. I kill you.
On her last words, Eames left him there, turned her back, and rushed out of the room, slamming the door of the room with all her strength, behind her.
Goren still in shock from what he had done, brought his hand to his cheek, where Eames had slapped him, and a big smile appeared on his lips.
Eames had slapped him...
And what a slap.
I kill you...
Goren had to pay attention to Eames' words.
With his service weapon, Eames could make it look like an accident.
So Eames treated him like a normal person...
Like a human being...
Even though he was disfigured.
But then why...
Yes...
Why...
He has it behave like that with her.
Eames was the only one who was there for him...
And he had treated her like that.
Maybe he should make an effort...
And try to behave properly towards her.
Yes...
He would try to change.
But first...
Goren had to apologize to Eames...
And make amends.
Despite the fear of how people would look at him...
He would take it upon himself...
And he would buy her a bouquet of pink tulips...
Her favorites.
And maybe...
She would accept his apology.
And most importantly...
Would she forget what he had just done.