Kyler watched the sun rise, his costume set to keep him from being seen in the growing light. He sighed and closed his eyes, feeling the warmth of the sun as it rose against the horizon, even through his mask. He could hear her voice, the soft accent with which she spoke. The proper language she used. Her demure way of speaking about subjects like sex and sexuality. He wondered, was she watching this same sun rise in her reality?
He could see her, standing on the balcony wearing a white, gauzy gown, her black hair pulled into a lose, messy braid. Her pale skin was lit by the warm rays, giving her a glowing appearance. She looked ethereal in his mind. Beautiful, in a simple, pure way. In away that a girl like her, that pure, would never be with someone like him. She was above him. He sighed.
He could always dream though, remembering her voice, her touch, her smell, the way the scent of Jasmin would cling to that soft, milk pale skin of her's. He would have given anything to see her, for real, just to watch her. To see her smile.
But in the end, his dream was what he was left with. There was no Miriam Drake in this reality, at least not that he knew of. There was just the jealous, flirty, Saena. Oh how she would tremble with rage if she knew the intimate moments that Miriam and he had shared; but he would never tell her. No, never. To do so would be to put Miriam in a danger that he might not be able to save her from, and one she surely wouldn't. She was an agile fighter, but Saena, she was something else entirely.
Saena was more machine than woman, and even though Miriam was a fierce fighter, Saena would trump her. He thought of Saena and her mechanical components. She never let him for get it. She would bring it up almost daily, as with the way that Terry treated her. She would do this for sympathy, Terry assumed, desiring the attention that she believed she deserved for suffering these pains at the hands of men she was supposed to love and be loved by. Kyler couldn't help but wonder, though, if Terry treated her so bad, and she was so strong, why wouldn't she just leave him? Or kill him? He knew that she was not above murder by any recourse.
Saena's problems were no longer his, things have changed between them, something was severely different, and their time in the other reality was to blame, if blame was the right word.
"Blame," she said aloud, to himself. Maybe it wasn't the right word. Blame was a negative word, but their experience in the other reality weren't that bad, were they? He had met Miriam there, after all. She had taken care of him when he needed someone to do so, she had been nurturing, and asked nothing in return. Was that really such a bad thing?
She was something new in his life, a diamond in the rough of his world. He can hear her voice, feel the steadying hands on him, remembering the times when he had worked himself into exhaustion. She had been there, to support, to help, to heal him. When ever and what ever he needed, she was there to provide. He never had to ask, she would already have it ready to give. If he had asked her to come back, however, he knew, somehow, she would have. She would follow him, knowing the danger to her life, to her safety, just to be with him.
He sighed, heading back to the apartment. He hoped Saena and Dana would be asleep, along with anyone then had been screwing around with, another trait he couldn't stand.
He missed her, Miriam. What he wouldn't give just to be with her, to hold her. To talk to her. He sighed, almost able to smell the sweet scents of her hair and skin. Her very memory was intoxicating. It would have to be, it was all he had left.