Chapter Five: It Happened too Fast to be Love
Coricopat stopped. He heard a noise. His ears perked up. Sobbing! That's what the noise was! He followed it, and was surprised to find him at the door way of his own room. He opened the door noiselessly, and stepped in the same way. Her back was to him. She was whispering something, over and over to herself.
"It's only a dream. Love can't happen that fast in real life. It was just a dream. A stupid pointless dream. He didn't mean it . . ." The meaning of her words finally hit home. He was stunned. She's right. It's not normal. Love can't happen this fast. I barely even . . . Oh my God! He did love her. It wasn't right. It couldn't be. He didn't even know her personality, but it didn't seem to matter. And his dreams . . . She suddenly broke down into tears.
"It's not fair!"
"You're right. It's not fair, but that's the way it is." Demeter jumped and turned around.
"Oh God! Just leave me alone! I don't want to talk to anyone right now!" Coricopat continued to stare at her. Finally, he spoke.
"You're not the only ones with dreams you know."
"What . . ." She looked up at him, confused.
"You said you had dreams, about me."
"How do you know that? About my dreams. I never told you . . ." She had, she realized.
"As I just said, you're not the only one who's been having dreams." She hesitated, then asked,
"Wh, what are your dreams about."
"There mostly the same as yours, only your eyes aren't hatful, but fearful. Then it changes." He moved behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him.
"What . . ." She tried to pull away, but he in turn just pulled her closer to him. He picked her up and put her on his bed. He moved on top of her and kissed her softly on the lips. Electricity sparked between the two, and the kiss became passionate. Coricopat knew he had to stop, that it wasn't right. He didn't even know her. He pulled away from her, breaking the kiss. She whimpered softly, and opened her eyes, giving him a bewildered look. He moved his thumb over her forehead and down her face, tracing her features. His finger stopped on her mouth, and he kissed her again. He rolled off her, still keeping one arm around her waist, then moving the other one so he could pull her closer to him. She curled up, and lay her head on her shoulder. It may have been too soon to be love, but it was love all the same.
Coricopat stopped. He heard a noise. His ears perked up. Sobbing! That's what the noise was! He followed it, and was surprised to find him at the door way of his own room. He opened the door noiselessly, and stepped in the same way. Her back was to him. She was whispering something, over and over to herself.
"It's only a dream. Love can't happen that fast in real life. It was just a dream. A stupid pointless dream. He didn't mean it . . ." The meaning of her words finally hit home. He was stunned. She's right. It's not normal. Love can't happen this fast. I barely even . . . Oh my God! He did love her. It wasn't right. It couldn't be. He didn't even know her personality, but it didn't seem to matter. And his dreams . . . She suddenly broke down into tears.
"It's not fair!"
"You're right. It's not fair, but that's the way it is." Demeter jumped and turned around.
"Oh God! Just leave me alone! I don't want to talk to anyone right now!" Coricopat continued to stare at her. Finally, he spoke.
"You're not the only ones with dreams you know."
"What . . ." She looked up at him, confused.
"You said you had dreams, about me."
"How do you know that? About my dreams. I never told you . . ." She had, she realized.
"As I just said, you're not the only one who's been having dreams." She hesitated, then asked,
"Wh, what are your dreams about."
"There mostly the same as yours, only your eyes aren't hatful, but fearful. Then it changes." He moved behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her against him.
"What . . ." She tried to pull away, but he in turn just pulled her closer to him. He picked her up and put her on his bed. He moved on top of her and kissed her softly on the lips. Electricity sparked between the two, and the kiss became passionate. Coricopat knew he had to stop, that it wasn't right. He didn't even know her. He pulled away from her, breaking the kiss. She whimpered softly, and opened her eyes, giving him a bewildered look. He moved his thumb over her forehead and down her face, tracing her features. His finger stopped on her mouth, and he kissed her again. He rolled off her, still keeping one arm around her waist, then moving the other one so he could pull her closer to him. She curled up, and lay her head on her shoulder. It may have been too soon to be love, but it was love all the same.