Silent Lovers Ch. 6
Finding another place to live was quite the task. It wasn't so much as actually coming upon a suitable area to build a house, and a new life, but to find a place far enough to actually calm myself and clear my thoughts.
I managed to find a small crevice in a mountain to rest in before nightfall. The rain had come down again and soaked my armor and tools.
I laid down a crummy, yellow stained mat, slightly damp from the weather, and sat down.
Thinking over things, I realized that maybe my situation isn't as lonely and depressing as I make it out to be. I mean, at least that creepy, stalker guy wouldn't be around anymore.
He wouldn't follow me all the way out here, would he? I felt a twinge of doubt, he appeared in my dreams often so finding him wouldn't be much of a surprise, I thought.
I hugged my legs tight against my chest. It was cold, so very cold, my body was quivering and I could see my breath fog up.
Guess being near a taiga biome had its downsides, but I could scavenge some food tomorrow and gather wood to make a fire.
I think I could manage through the night, even without fire.
I was in the middle of a clearing, still in the taiga biome because snow littered itself on the spruce trees surrounding me.
I wasn't cold, no, if anything I was comfortable in my skin, though my breath still fogged in the air.
To my right I heard feet crunching through the snow, making their way towards the clearing, towards me.
I wasn't worried as I stood there calmly, almost waiting for the feet to appear before me.
He was here again, in my dreams, like last time. He wore the same clothes he donned in every single one of our meetings, a loose fitted teal shirt and blue jeans.
He stared at me like I stared at him. It was almost like a competition of the sorts, almost intimate.
In those eyes I could see that again. The same tired eyes that held a spark of passion within them.
This time, there was yet another thing clouding those grey, still eyes.
I approached her still figure, I assume she knew it was me seeing as she didn't move from her place. We were only a few feet apart, I looked upon her and discovered she was doing the same.
Whilst we continued this dance with our eyes, glimmering green clashing with stark grey, she imposed a sense of curiosity.
Then it hit her.
Her eyes widened slightly and she tilted her head, in what, possibly shock or disgust.
She backed towards the forest of pine needles and snow, looking ready to run.
She bolted away from me, yet again.
Though this time, I will catch her.
I ran, I ran, I ran as fast as I could. The adreneline coursed through my body and seeped through my pores.
It was him! He must have killed him! He set fire to the village and killed Jacob, why hadn't I realized it sooner!
I didn't need an explanation, his sick, dead eyes gave away everything!
I neared the outskirts of the forest, seeing the snow melt and fade away. I thought I had escaped but what I found outside wasn't any better.
The village had summoned itself in front of me, the fires still roaring the same way as it did that night. This time, though, the villagers had woken up and they were screaming.
Many of them were running rabid on the paved streets, their bodies set ablaze, while others sat crumpled in a daze.
A woman was screaming at a house that collapsed, repeating a name over and over again.
A mother's grief.
A pastor was on his knees, bleeding from his forehead and was muttering prayers insanely at the cross on top of a church.
The Lord's mercy.
Two young lovers, one with hair as black as the night and the other with freckles dotting his nose, were being pulled apart by the mob that had formed itself in the heat of the moment. Their hands still reaching for each other, no matter how much the situation seemed futile.
Young love.
Tears were streaming down my face yet again, though my face betrayed any emotion.
I swallowed hard, the black soot had found its way into my throat and burned a hole through my neck. I coughed charcoal ash and blood.
When I had thought that I could take no more, I collapsed, but not before seeing a familiar face catch my fall.
The nightmare had left her more exhausted than when she arrived. I stared down at her sweating figure, a grimace plastered on her face.
I had thought of going further with the nightmare, but she can only take so much pain.
I thought back at my actions, originally all I had wanted to do was to introduce myself and get acquainted with her. I hadn't thought she could have been able to deduce that I had been the one to light the village on fire and kill Jacob.
She continues to astound me.
I stare down at her further, admiring the time I have with her unconscious self, fantasizing of the time we will have together when she is fully conscious.
I bend down and kiss her above her brow and bid her farewell for the night.
HB was angry because he didn't get any "screen time" last chapter, so now we have so many perspectives going back and forth it's almost annoying!
:)
BTW: I apologize yet again for all this foreshadowing I'm doing with Camille's past, I'm one to drag things out and to beat the bush as much as I can. Once again I apologize, things will start unveiling themselves sooner than later.
