Adrians POV
I looked at her. I couldn´t make out her feelings. Anger, sadness, confusion.
I shook my head "Don´t be. It´s not your fault" I said.
"I know... but" she began but I stopped her by putting a finger on her lips.
She immediately shut her mouth and looked at me in surprise.
I didn´t wanted her to feel like she had to respond to my words. I just needed her to hear them.
"You don´t have to say anything to that. I just wanted you to know how I feel" I explained.
She nodded "Ok".
I than realized that my finger was still touching her lip and I slowly took it away.
"I know it´s a lot to take in. I still don´t know if you do believe me" she tried to interrupt me but I went on "and you don´t have to answer me now. I´m sorry I asked before. I don´t want to put you under any kind of pressure. Just think about everything we just talked about" I said.
Sydneys POV
No pressure? Yea, easier said than done, I thought.
So my father was responsible for me being kidnapped and somehow, I still didn´t know how, was responsible for erasing my memories. I used to have a completely different life I couldn´t remember. Adrian was a vampire, or moroi, well not a human and he loves me?
Yes, sure, no pressure there.
Could I really believe all of this? This story would make a hell of a movie I thought. Could this really be reality?
But than again, I just did watch him bring this flower back to life, didn´t I?
Was I simply starting to get crazy?
I felt lost. If only I could talk to anybody about this.
After what felt like hours later, I slowly nodded.
"I will" I said and my voice sounded weak and even a bit shaky.
I looked up and met Adrians worried eyes.
I touched his shoulder and bit my lip.
"I´m going now" I said.
He looked at my hand and than back at me "Ok" he said.
"Thank you for coming back and listening" he added.
I realized the desperation in his eyes and it felt like someone had put a knife into my heart.
Why did I feel so guilty?
In my subconscious I heard a small voice whispering, that it was, because I did believe him and that I couldn´t even start to understand what he must have been through.
I pushed that voice mentally away.
He gave me a small smile, that didn´t reach his eyes completely.
"Don´t look at me like this" he said.
"Like what?" I asked confused. How had I been looking?
He softly brushed over my cheek and smiled. This time his smile was genuine.
"I don´t like to see you that worried" he said.
His touch sent a spiral of warmth through my body. From my cheek, down my spine down to my feet.
God, how could I not look worried after all of that. And why did he have so much affect on me?
His eyes seemed to look right into my soul and I had to take my eyes of him.
I took a step forward in the direction of the door and he closed his eyes and pressed his lips together.
I realized now and than, that this very much could be the last time we would see each other. I still didn´t know what to believe or do with all those information. I really needed time to think all of this through.
The thought of not seeing him again pained me. And I nearly gasped at the fullness of the feeling. For all I knew, I just met this guy.
Why did I feel so... so attached to him?
I turned around and closed my eyes for a brief second and than I hugged him.
He didn´t react for a moment but than I felt his arms around me. Strong, warm, secure, safe.
Why was this feeling so right?
I released him after a minute and instantly missed his closeness.
"How long will you be staying in New York?" I asked.
"As long as you want me to" he said without thinking.
I nodded "Ok. I´m leaving now" I said.
He nodded, too but stayed quiet.
"I... I´ll let you know... well I... I have your number" I finally said, not sure what to say at all.
I took the few steps until I reached the door.
I turned around once again looking at him, than I turned around , opened the door and closed it behind me.