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This is Torlin. And, this chapter is very messed. Not like wrong messed, weird messed. And, you won't find out what happened to Simon for a few chapters, so shout at me all you want.
~*zanuas917*~
I'm not really sure why we stayed as long as we did at the inn.
We stayed there for a week, just resting, resting.
I know one reason why maybe we didn't leave. I met this boy, a worker there, who was awfully nice to me.
Every afternoon, right after dinner, Simon and I would go out on their nice porch and watch the sun drop behind the majestic mountains.
And soon, the boy, whose name was Justin, would come out with some Lemon Ice and two straws, and we would suck on it. Then, he would leave to go do his business.
The first time, it was an accident. The day was hot, and I asked him to bring me a Lemon Ice. He brought it to me, and asked if he could have some, as he was very hot and thirsty.
I said he could and he produced a straw out of his pocket.
The next day, the same thing happened, and the next, until it became almost a habit.
On the seventh, and last, day of our visit, he kissed me.
I was walking in the halls and saw him.
" Justin!" I called contentedly. He turned and his dark, deep blue eyes rested upon me.
" Hello Tori." he muttered and came to me.
" Hi Justin." I said against my will because of the curse. He gave me a funny look, but kept on walking towards me.
And then, without saying a word, he swept me up in his arms and kissed me. I shuttered at first, but soon gave in to his soft, sweet kiss.
When we had finished, he walked away silently.
I just about floated back to our room. I swung open the door grinning, but my face fell when I say Simon.
His face was wet, but not with sweat or tears. It was just wet. And the look on his face was a ghastly mixture of horror, pain, shock, and relief.
" Simon?" I whispered. He looked very delicate, and I did not want to upset him.
His brown eyes slowly found my face, and I noticed that they were clouded over. Misty, and sickening. His head lolled drunkenly for a moment, the he whispered, " Torlin, help..." and fainted dead on the ground.
This is Torlin. And, this chapter is very messed. Not like wrong messed, weird messed. And, you won't find out what happened to Simon for a few chapters, so shout at me all you want.
~*zanuas917*~
I'm not really sure why we stayed as long as we did at the inn.
We stayed there for a week, just resting, resting.
I know one reason why maybe we didn't leave. I met this boy, a worker there, who was awfully nice to me.
Every afternoon, right after dinner, Simon and I would go out on their nice porch and watch the sun drop behind the majestic mountains.
And soon, the boy, whose name was Justin, would come out with some Lemon Ice and two straws, and we would suck on it. Then, he would leave to go do his business.
The first time, it was an accident. The day was hot, and I asked him to bring me a Lemon Ice. He brought it to me, and asked if he could have some, as he was very hot and thirsty.
I said he could and he produced a straw out of his pocket.
The next day, the same thing happened, and the next, until it became almost a habit.
On the seventh, and last, day of our visit, he kissed me.
I was walking in the halls and saw him.
" Justin!" I called contentedly. He turned and his dark, deep blue eyes rested upon me.
" Hello Tori." he muttered and came to me.
" Hi Justin." I said against my will because of the curse. He gave me a funny look, but kept on walking towards me.
And then, without saying a word, he swept me up in his arms and kissed me. I shuttered at first, but soon gave in to his soft, sweet kiss.
When we had finished, he walked away silently.
I just about floated back to our room. I swung open the door grinning, but my face fell when I say Simon.
His face was wet, but not with sweat or tears. It was just wet. And the look on his face was a ghastly mixture of horror, pain, shock, and relief.
" Simon?" I whispered. He looked very delicate, and I did not want to upset him.
His brown eyes slowly found my face, and I noticed that they were clouded over. Misty, and sickening. His head lolled drunkenly for a moment, the he whispered, " Torlin, help..." and fainted dead on the ground.