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APOV:
I caught her as she fell. "Lisa?" I asked. "Lisa?" Lisa. I can't believe it's her! Shit. How could I do this to her? My Love. My Lisa. It felt so good to say or even to think her name. I hadn't thought it consciously in over 7 years. But now what was happening to her? I did this to her, I just caused her pain, I know I have caused her pain before, but how could I do this to her? She once loved me!
I started to shake with self-hatred. This had happened only once before. When the money ran out. I have to calm down, what if I hurt her more? In… Out… In… Out. The shaking slowed and stopped. I focused on what you're supposed to do when someone faints. Okay. I need my backpack. I gently layed her down and put her legs on top of my backpack. I grabbed a few scraps of cloth and dipped them in some water I had boiled this morning. It was mostly cool now so I put the rags on her face and neck. I covered her with my scratchy blanket. I put her clothes next to her, she could get dressed when she came to.
I watched her worriedly as the sun rose. What if she doesn't wake up? How will she react to me? She must hate me. She won't want to be near me. I pushed myself up against the wall, as far from her as I could stand to be.
She stirred. Then with a jolt she jerked upright, and fumbled to keep herself covered. She was so adorable. "Alex?" She said uncertainly.
"Lisa?" I replied, not knowing how else to respond. I knew my face looked foolishly hopeful, like she would ever even have a reasonable conversation with me, I'm a monster. But this here was the best heaven there could ever be, seeing her eyes, hearing her breath, her not yet conscious enough to run.
She must have liked that answer because she threw her strong thin arms around my neck. I hugged her back, and held back a sigh. She didn't, she just let it out. I squeezed and pulled away, knowing that once she was fully awake she would shudder away.
"Are you alright?" She laughed- laughed; it was the most beautiful sound in the world.
"Better than I have been in 8 long years." I stared in wonder. She really cared about me that much? We were 10 back then. Then I smiled, her words settling right in my soul, I would take this kindness for as long as she would provide it, and then when she banished me I would never forget it.
"How are you?" She asked, reaching forward. I stared at her outstretched hand, confused. She sighed and grabbed my hand off of my thigh. I stared, not able to contain my shock.
"Better than you, are you feeling alright?"
"Impossible, I am feeling wonderfully." she scoffed.
"I don't think so." I smiled, despite the truth of my words. Then her smiled faded.
"Why?" She asked, and I knew we weren't talking about how good we felt anymore. I sighed.
"I couldn't stop myself, I lost control."
"But why? I know who you are, and I know how strong you are, why would you do that? What happened?" The concern in her voice was astonishing.
My answer was simple, "I lost you."
"You lost me eight years ago. Why now?" Her questions deserved the truth, hell she in all her beauty and compassion deserved the truth.
"My mother died. The money ran out." Her response surprised me.
"She is dead? Finally!" I laughed. I could see the apology on her face.
"No, I was glad too, I hated that woman. The only sad part was seeing her money go. The little I had anyway."
"So, what you go start raping girls?" I almost laughed at her bluntness, again she looked guilty, but the curiosity was just as obvious in her eyes.
"No, I was already insane. I had been living off the streets and kind old ladies for 2 ½ months when I saw a girl who had your hair and skin. I was obsessed, and thinking only of you. I hated doing it to them. But the pain of leaving you would always fade for just a few seconds, enough to be satisfying." I took a deep breath. "I missed you. I love you." I tensed not knowing what she'd do.
"I love you too, Alex." She said it so matter-of-factly, like she had said it a thousand times, like she told me this every day. She didn't even look at me, but continued to stare at the ground. I stared. She is so perfect. She seemed to come out of her trance. She met my eyes. She read the question there. 8 years and we could still read each other. It made it so real. She smiles sheepishly and told me of her dreams. How she told me this often in her fantasies. Then she smiled in awe. "You love me too?" Of course I did!
"How could I not? You're perfect and beautiful in every way." She smiled and held my hand, her thumb stroking the back of it, I closed my eyes in satisfaction of her acceptance. Then the rubbing halted, and I met her worried gaze.
"What do we do now?" I had no answer for her.
A/N: I felt kind of like I was channeling Edward for a bit there, so sorry, Alex doesn't generally have such low self-esteem, but he is really ashamed right here, for obvious reasons. Review?