This Amarillo and LATA's Amarillo are two different people, I completely forgot I used that name in 100YL.
I just sat there and watched her deep in slumber, it was peaceful, for a while. She eventually started murmuring in her sleep, then tossing this way and that, eventually jolting up in bed, screaming. At that point I grabbed her arm, "JACLYN!" I yelled, she looked at me, and threw herself in my arms, sobbing into my shirt, I didn't ask what had happened, it was extremely ironic, I have an enlightening dream that told me a bit of her past, and she has a terrorizing dream, I had no idea what caused it, perhaps the thought of loving a monster like me? No, I scold myself as I pet her hair, comforting her. "What caused it, my dear." I whisper to her as she calmed down.
"I just can't stop thinking about what that man could have done to Amarillo…" Her voice became frail and broke off. She started to cry again. "Jaclyn, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you." I ushered. Her hand on my chest, she fisted the fabric of my shirt, saying nothing, but sobbing again. She collected herself permanently this time.
"I'm sorry, Erik." She said, wiping her tears away "Its just that I-" I placed a finger on her perfect pink lips, "Its fine, its not good to hold back emotions, in fact its unhealthy, why do you think I've become so unstable?" I asked her gently. She smiled slightly, "Well, you really have an excuse." I pinched her lips together lightly, "That was rhetorical, my love." I said, laughing slightly as I released her. I expected her to move away from me, but she stayed there in my lap, she was extremely light, I didn't know if it was even healthy she was so light, it actually worried me. Situating herself so she was comfortable but me unharmed, she was there on my lap, completely comfortable. I was quite unsure of what to do.
Great, you have a woman and you have no clue of what to do with her, she seems to know what to do when it comes to interaction.
I've been stuck underground for twenty plus years.
"Honestly speaking, this is one of the moments in which I have no clue in what to do." I told her.
"Well then here, let me help." She said, taking my hand and wrapping my arm around her waist. She rested her head on my shoulder and looked at me with her dark eyes, smiling at me.
"What?" I asked her, she smiled again
"You are nervous." She replied.
"I am not." I replied.
"You are stiff as a board." She replied teasingly.
"I am? I had no clue, I thought I was flimsy as a tall grass in the breeze." She all out laughed, her laughter bellish and beautiful. It made me weak, I was intrigued. I stared at her.
"That was funny, I didn't know you had a sense of humor."
"What, I can't have a sense of humor?"
"Well you don't exactly seem like a man that doesn't seem like the type say something like that."
"Well than, okay." She laughed at me again, I was glad to finally make someone laugh without having people sneer at me. I kissed her cheek, she didn't scream in disgust at my lips meeting her flesh.
She looked at me, her eyes filled with a foreign emotion, I'd seen it in the eyes of Christine as she looked upon or thought of her pansy fop. It was love. Was I dreaming?
"Something wrong, Erik?" I asked.
"Oh, no, just thinking about something." I said, caressing her skin lightly, it was so pale and soft. I retreated and let my hand fall. I took her hand and turned it over, palm up. I traced her veins with my hand I watched their map work, they went up her wrist and through her hand, went into her fingers, looking like they stopped in her fingers.
"Why are you so pale?" I asked.
"It runs in my family." Then it hit me, someone would come looking for her. Jaclyn, oblivious to my sudden realization continued, "Is it because you were underground for a good few years or for the same reason I'm so pale that you are."
"I have no clue. I don't remember my mother very well, I'd never thought I'd say this, but, let's stay upon the surface and find that out." I said with a smile, I kissed her wrist, and brought her hand up to my face, resting it on my cheek, she gazed at my face, I looked down, "Your face isn't as bad as I thought it was." She cooed gently. I looked back at her, "Really?"
"Absolutely." She cooed in return. She was like a dove, beautiful, her voice was a beautiful gentle tempo, she cooed her words which made it even more ironic. I wrapped my other arm around her, pulling her closer to me.
"When is you're family going to start looking for you?" I asked.
"What are you talking about?" She asked curtly.
"You're family, they're going to notice when they don't hear from their daughter."
"Oh, about that, my family died a few years ago. Just because I mention my family doesn't mean I have any living relatives."
That was it, it was final, there is no one in the world that would come and take Jaclyn away from me.