Chapter 4
Athrun lay in his bed, his arms folded behind his head, staring at the white ceiling. Everyone was away for the day; all was silent. He let out a breath of relief. He closed his eyes, hoping to better absorb the peace, but they opened only a moment later by the sudden chill that swept past him.
"Hey."
He didn't move or speak, only furrowed his brow.
"Athrun…"
He closed his eyes.
He heard her sigh. Soon, a chill greeted his neck, chest and abdomen. She was laying on him, or more so emulating the act of laying on him. Her "body" hovered only a centimeter above his, close enough for him to feel her, but far enough that they didn't touch…if they could touch.
"Why don't you actually do it?" Athrun asked. "Lay on me."
She raised her head, looking at him with a shocked expression. "But, I just got here," she said. "If I did that my time would be—"
"I know," he responded.
She frowned at his tone and moved away from him, zipping to the other side of the room. He sat up.
"Do you not want me here?" the aura around her was turning blue.
Athrun opened his mouth but closed it immediately. The truth was that he did, but then he didn't. he loved being able to see her, and yet, it was torture that it was always so brief. Part of him wanted her to stay, part of him wanted to enjoy the solitude, another part wanted to focus on a solution, and another part just wanted to move past everything and start anew.
"What do you want, Athrun?"
He gave her a look that she grew to know and resent. Without saying anything, she faded away. When there was just a glimmer of her left, he had opened his mouth to speak, but by then she was already gone. He sat in his bed, looking at the spot she occupied only seconds ago and felt his chest tighten.
Review or shoot a PM, I'd like to hear from my readers.