Was he still there?
Brianna sat up in bed, eyes squinting
a little at the sunlight pouring in, then sighing as she realized that
no, he wasn't still there, and…
It was probably some sort of dream.
Or maybe she had been entirely too drunk last night and hallucinated the
whole thing –
If that was true, though, why was she still in her clothes from the night before? It was proof she'd actually gone to the party, and she was slowly starting to remember the fact that she'd thrown her shoes across the room, almost hitting the guy in the chest…
Edge…
That's what his name was, she'd caught
it somewhere between sleep and dreams, or maybe that was yet another delusion,
something her mind had thrown in to keep her feeling somewhat safe –
If you know his name, he can't
hurt you.
With a bit of a smile, she eased
back, just taking things in. It had happened, and even though she
wasn't sure how or why or even if this was a sensible thing to even think
about…
It had still happened.
"The good guys still to exist…"
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He'd hated to leave, in those wee hours of the morning, after watching her there, still, barely breathing – she looked even more fragile at night, with the moon illuminating ghostly features, those dark eyes of hers closed, lashes fluttering like obsidian butterflies…
Fragile.
Snow White, sleeping in her glass
casket.
It was a morbid thought, yes, but
it was one that he couldn't help smile about. She would make the
perfect Snow White, with that dark hair and those perfect doe eyes…
Innocent.
Angelic.
Even when he knew he should have left, right before sunrise – he'd stayed a few seconds longer, which was nice – until he'd realized how late it was. That'd not been fun, getting back.
But now…he was imagining her, those
dark eyes, the morning dew settling on her skin…
Well, in the real world, her kitten
was probably pawing at her hair or something, but…she was too easy to throw
into realms that could never exist…
Far too easy indeed…