I slapped the key out of his hand, gritting my teeth in disgust. "Who the hell are you to just come in my house uninvited? MY house? I was not informed of this!"
He opened the door, beginning to walk in and answer, but I grabbed his shirt, pulling him out of the doorway.
"You listen here, you son of a bitch. I paid for this house. I worked for every last bell. And I damn sure did not do it so some moron could fucking mooch off of me!" I exploded with anger, he stepping back and scratching his head with an awkward look.
"Jeez, Mira... Don't be so greedy..."
That was it. Fucking it. I kicked him again, much to his dismay, and even harder than I had before. A smirk of satisfaction spread across my face while he fell to the ground, wriggling in pain. "I am not greedy, you bastard! How am I supposed to react? Some human just arrives in town and wants to move in with me?!"
"Ugh... Well, it's your fault this all happened the way it did... If you had been at home like most animals at this time, I could have just snuck inside."
I shivered, then kicked him again, causing him to yell in pain. "Creep! Cretin! Molester!" He blinked up at me instantly upon hearing the last word. "Molester? What in the world are you talking about? This is my home now, I can come and go as I please. I didn't mean I was going to rape you. What's your problem?" He shook his head, pulling my ankle and causing me to fall onto my back on the grass.
I flopped down in surprise, Dalton then crawling next to me. "But I could be. That is, if you keep acting like this. You'll deserve it." Before I could retaliate at all, he pinned down my wrists, apparently trying to gauge a reaction of fear from me since he grinned at my widened eyes.
"Wh... What...?" I stared up at him, enchanted. He was almost like... Like... Him...
Upon seeing my new expression, a faint pink streaked across his face, he loosening his grip on my wrists. Without thinking and in a trance, I lifted my hand to his face, touching his cheek softly, beginning my ascent to another place in my mind, that memory...
"M... Mira? Are you alright?" He gazed down at me, concerned, probably thinking I'd go unconscious again.
"Huh?" I snapped back to reality, staring into his eyes once more. But looking at them now, I could see the truth. "N... No... You... You are not him..." I whispered, now slowly running my fingers through his soft hair.
"I'm not who? It's me, Dalton..." He let go of my wrists, then grasped underneath my legs and the small of my back, about to pick me up and carry me inside, it appeared. I rolled over, freeing myself entirely, then stood up, feeling rather distant, disappointment welling up somewhere inside. "Mira...?" Dalton whispered while I walked inside, he watching as I was silent.
I made my way across the plush, carpeted floor of the living room, to the door on the east wall, the entrance to my bedroom. I already felt as if I was unconscious, like my body was on auto pilot, I was that lost in my fantasy. Or rather, that memory, which I often doubted the validity of.
That memory... I felt myself being absorbed into it as I collapsed onto my bed, my eyes closing, seeing something from what seemed to be so long ago...
From around when I first began my life here. Which was also when... It nearly ended.
