Chapter 10
The Kiss
Ami had no idea what was going on. First, she had been concentrating on blocking his king's bishop with her knight and then, he was kissing her. He sat back down and stared her in the eye. She was speechless.
Zoicite flicked down his precious king. "You win." He said in one simple statement. He had been surprised at his own bravado, but did not regret it. He stood and came to kneel at Ami's side. "Ami, you will never be alone. You have me. I know it's still too soon after Greg, but, I'm willing to wait." He said with confidence. "You are unlike any woman I have ever met. I am not going to let you get away." His words surprised even himself. In his heart, he truly cared for her. He had seen her at her weakest, but she had still stood strong and faced her fears. He had been impressed by her courage, and had finally gathered enough of his own to tell her how he felt. He couldn't describe the feelings that welled up in his chest when he saw her sad. He wanted to take her into his arms and hold her forever. He would never let her cry, as long as he had the power to do so. As long as there was breath in his body, he would try to make her happy.
"You don't have to say anything yet. I'm not expecting anything from you. Let's just see what happens okay? We'll leave tomorrow. Just get a good rest and I'll see you in the morning." He gave her hand a quick squeeze, and started off for his room, which was across the hall from Ami's. He settled in for the night, with his heart still beating rapidly. His conscience was suddenly lighter, he had wanted to tell her this for some time, but had held it all back. He relaxed his tense body, and went to sleep.
Ami was still speechless. She watched him walk down the hall and enter his own room. She didn't really even know what to do. He had kissed her. She had felt safe and sheltered all day long. It was actually like the feeling that Greg always gave her, but somehow not. Greg had made her feel calm and happy. Zoicite gave her the feeling of being safe and sound, and something indescribable. How did he make her feel? She truly had no idea. The void in her heart was bottomless, and no matter what she did, no one could fill it. Or could they? She would always love Greg, and she knew with all her heart that she would continue to do so. But what about Zoicite? When she looked into his eyes, she felt comforted, just by his stare. His embrace had cradled her shoulders all day, and she missed the feel of it. Suddenly she didn't want to think about anything anymore. She couldn't betray the memory of Greg. What would he think?
Ami retreated back into the safety of her room. It was small, and had no windows. A small candle was burning on the table beside the bed. She just wanted to sleep. She wanted to forget about everything, and everyone. She laid down on the bed, covered herself with the warm, thick blanket, and fell into a deep slumber.
Zoicite had been peacefully sleeping until he had heard the sound of muffled screaming. The sound was coming from Ami's room. He got out of bed as swiftly as he could, and ran across the hall.
Ami had been having a nightmare. She had been watching Beryl launch another vicious attack, but Greg had been pinned to the ground, and couldn't move. "AMI! HELP!" he had cried. She had tried to run to him, but her feet were frozen to the ground. "GREEEGGGGGG!!!!" she had cried out. She watched helplessly, as the crackling sphere pummeled into his body. Beryl launched an endless string of attacks, as Greg's body convulsed with each hit. Ami was powerless. All she could do was watch has her fiancé died. Again.
Zoicite had pushed open the door, which was slightly ajar. He searched the room for any danger, and seeing none, drew closer to the bed. Ami was sleeping, but her eyes were overflowing with tears. Her face was contorted in anguish, and she gripped onto her blanket for dear life. She was still sleeping, and was also sobbing softly. Zoicite again felt his heart stop. He gently lifted her up and sat down beside her shuddering body, placing her head gently on his shoulder. He held her close, placing his chin on top of her head. He gently soothed her weeping, until her body stopped trembling. After carefully wiping away her tears, he kissed her gently on the forehead. He felt as if it was his purpose to be holding her. She was strong, and yet, was incredibly fragile. He realized, that he had fell in love with her. He has seen her carry her head high, even if she wanted to cry. He had seen her comfort others, when someone should have been comforting her. Then, he had finally seen her give in to her emotions, in her own dark corner away from the rest of the world. No, she was not alone. For he would always be there.
Ami had been struggling to move. She wanted to save Greg. Or, at least, to die with him. But some unknown force prevented her from doing so. She was paralyzed. She could only scream through her hot tears. They were burning her face. Her voice was lodged in her throat. She would soon choke in her desperation. Suddenly, she felt arms around her. She immediately felt safer. Greg and Beryl had vanished, leaving her in the stranger's mysterious embrace. She cried on their shoulder, and held onto them frantically, not wanting to be left alone in the dark abyss. She suddenly felt at peace. She didn't want to leave her shelter. Nevertheless, she had been shocked when she awoke in the protective arms of Zoicite.
She had not awoken him. She didn't know what he was doing in there, but she did not want him to leave her. She carefully settled herself down again. The safety she felt in his arms surprised her. She felt as if she never wanted to move from that spot ever again. She didn't want to face the world without his arms around her. She studied the serene expression on his face, and realized that he must have been the one gently rocking her to sleep. Her heart melted at the very thought of his concern for her, and her thoughts brought her to the kiss they had shared on the balcony.
He had said that he would wait for her. But could she even bring herself to love another? She felt guilty that she would care for another man so soon after Greg's death. It had only been two days since she his demise, and she almost felt ashamed. At that very moment, Zoicite shifted onto his side, bringing Ami closer to his chest. Ami had been holding her breath, afraid to wake him. She remained still, simply listening to his rhythmic breathing. Her ear was so close to his chest that she could hear his heartbeat. She felt tiny, compared to his massive frame. He was sheltering her from all the pain and hate that she felt for the world. She thought of Greg. He was gone forever. She would never hear his voice, or feel his touch ever again. But, even as she the thoughts ran through her mind, she realized that she had to move on. She could not live out the rest of her life mourning Greg. He would not have wanted it. She looked up at the kind man holding her, her heartbeat was beginning to match his. She gently rested her head against his chest, and fell asleep once again.
They had awoken late in the day, in the same position they had fallen asleep in. They both felt awkward towards each other, knowing exactly what they felt for the other. Ami took his hand, blushed, and then started the journey back to the Moon. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Awwww! Wasn't that a sweet couple of chapters? I am so proud! *sniff sniff* hahaha! Well anyways, stay tuned folks!
-Tina
The Kiss
Ami had no idea what was going on. First, she had been concentrating on blocking his king's bishop with her knight and then, he was kissing her. He sat back down and stared her in the eye. She was speechless.
Zoicite flicked down his precious king. "You win." He said in one simple statement. He had been surprised at his own bravado, but did not regret it. He stood and came to kneel at Ami's side. "Ami, you will never be alone. You have me. I know it's still too soon after Greg, but, I'm willing to wait." He said with confidence. "You are unlike any woman I have ever met. I am not going to let you get away." His words surprised even himself. In his heart, he truly cared for her. He had seen her at her weakest, but she had still stood strong and faced her fears. He had been impressed by her courage, and had finally gathered enough of his own to tell her how he felt. He couldn't describe the feelings that welled up in his chest when he saw her sad. He wanted to take her into his arms and hold her forever. He would never let her cry, as long as he had the power to do so. As long as there was breath in his body, he would try to make her happy.
"You don't have to say anything yet. I'm not expecting anything from you. Let's just see what happens okay? We'll leave tomorrow. Just get a good rest and I'll see you in the morning." He gave her hand a quick squeeze, and started off for his room, which was across the hall from Ami's. He settled in for the night, with his heart still beating rapidly. His conscience was suddenly lighter, he had wanted to tell her this for some time, but had held it all back. He relaxed his tense body, and went to sleep.
Ami was still speechless. She watched him walk down the hall and enter his own room. She didn't really even know what to do. He had kissed her. She had felt safe and sheltered all day long. It was actually like the feeling that Greg always gave her, but somehow not. Greg had made her feel calm and happy. Zoicite gave her the feeling of being safe and sound, and something indescribable. How did he make her feel? She truly had no idea. The void in her heart was bottomless, and no matter what she did, no one could fill it. Or could they? She would always love Greg, and she knew with all her heart that she would continue to do so. But what about Zoicite? When she looked into his eyes, she felt comforted, just by his stare. His embrace had cradled her shoulders all day, and she missed the feel of it. Suddenly she didn't want to think about anything anymore. She couldn't betray the memory of Greg. What would he think?
Ami retreated back into the safety of her room. It was small, and had no windows. A small candle was burning on the table beside the bed. She just wanted to sleep. She wanted to forget about everything, and everyone. She laid down on the bed, covered herself with the warm, thick blanket, and fell into a deep slumber.
Zoicite had been peacefully sleeping until he had heard the sound of muffled screaming. The sound was coming from Ami's room. He got out of bed as swiftly as he could, and ran across the hall.
Ami had been having a nightmare. She had been watching Beryl launch another vicious attack, but Greg had been pinned to the ground, and couldn't move. "AMI! HELP!" he had cried. She had tried to run to him, but her feet were frozen to the ground. "GREEEGGGGGG!!!!" she had cried out. She watched helplessly, as the crackling sphere pummeled into his body. Beryl launched an endless string of attacks, as Greg's body convulsed with each hit. Ami was powerless. All she could do was watch has her fiancé died. Again.
Zoicite had pushed open the door, which was slightly ajar. He searched the room for any danger, and seeing none, drew closer to the bed. Ami was sleeping, but her eyes were overflowing with tears. Her face was contorted in anguish, and she gripped onto her blanket for dear life. She was still sleeping, and was also sobbing softly. Zoicite again felt his heart stop. He gently lifted her up and sat down beside her shuddering body, placing her head gently on his shoulder. He held her close, placing his chin on top of her head. He gently soothed her weeping, until her body stopped trembling. After carefully wiping away her tears, he kissed her gently on the forehead. He felt as if it was his purpose to be holding her. She was strong, and yet, was incredibly fragile. He realized, that he had fell in love with her. He has seen her carry her head high, even if she wanted to cry. He had seen her comfort others, when someone should have been comforting her. Then, he had finally seen her give in to her emotions, in her own dark corner away from the rest of the world. No, she was not alone. For he would always be there.
Ami had been struggling to move. She wanted to save Greg. Or, at least, to die with him. But some unknown force prevented her from doing so. She was paralyzed. She could only scream through her hot tears. They were burning her face. Her voice was lodged in her throat. She would soon choke in her desperation. Suddenly, she felt arms around her. She immediately felt safer. Greg and Beryl had vanished, leaving her in the stranger's mysterious embrace. She cried on their shoulder, and held onto them frantically, not wanting to be left alone in the dark abyss. She suddenly felt at peace. She didn't want to leave her shelter. Nevertheless, she had been shocked when she awoke in the protective arms of Zoicite.
She had not awoken him. She didn't know what he was doing in there, but she did not want him to leave her. She carefully settled herself down again. The safety she felt in his arms surprised her. She felt as if she never wanted to move from that spot ever again. She didn't want to face the world without his arms around her. She studied the serene expression on his face, and realized that he must have been the one gently rocking her to sleep. Her heart melted at the very thought of his concern for her, and her thoughts brought her to the kiss they had shared on the balcony.
He had said that he would wait for her. But could she even bring herself to love another? She felt guilty that she would care for another man so soon after Greg's death. It had only been two days since she his demise, and she almost felt ashamed. At that very moment, Zoicite shifted onto his side, bringing Ami closer to his chest. Ami had been holding her breath, afraid to wake him. She remained still, simply listening to his rhythmic breathing. Her ear was so close to his chest that she could hear his heartbeat. She felt tiny, compared to his massive frame. He was sheltering her from all the pain and hate that she felt for the world. She thought of Greg. He was gone forever. She would never hear his voice, or feel his touch ever again. But, even as she the thoughts ran through her mind, she realized that she had to move on. She could not live out the rest of her life mourning Greg. He would not have wanted it. She looked up at the kind man holding her, her heartbeat was beginning to match his. She gently rested her head against his chest, and fell asleep once again.
They had awoken late in the day, in the same position they had fallen asleep in. They both felt awkward towards each other, knowing exactly what they felt for the other. Ami took his hand, blushed, and then started the journey back to the Moon. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Awwww! Wasn't that a sweet couple of chapters? I am so proud! *sniff sniff* hahaha! Well anyways, stay tuned folks!
-Tina