Twilight is not mine

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Chapter 45

Marie….

As soon as I think her name everything comes rushing back.

She touched him and he turned into dust...

Ashes…

He turned in to ashes…

Did I dream about this?

Was I hallucinating from the pain?

I saw myself on the bed, while Ivan kicked the shit out of me. I had to be hallucinating.

That's the only logical explanation.

I hear the rusting of clothes and the closing of a zipper. She is still her.

But…

Why?

I listen to her. But don't dare open my eyes. She did something to him. I'm still not sure what. I'm afraid but still curious as to what exactly happen. I can't ask her, she'll get upset. And I'm afraid to question her, now that she's been attentive and caring towards me, I don't want to lose this… Her… I don't want to lose her… the chance to even have her.

But what if I was imagining all of it? What if Ivan just stopped on his own, maybe afraid of actually killing me. I think he just wanted to teach me a lesson and have me leave as soon as morning broke, but since he really did a number on me, I can't even move.

I feel the tips of her fingers as she touches my check softly. –"I know you're awake Eduardo, Please look at me"-, my eyes fly open, or I should say my eye, because the right one is still quite swollen. –"How do you know my name"- I ask surprised and suspicious at the same time.

She shrugs and leans over me a little. As she smiles I get a chill up my spine.

-"I know you"- she simply states.

-"But how?"- I push a little further, her smile falters and she shifts herself on the opposite side of the bed, she brings her legs under her and looks over the room as if looking for some intervention, she twists her fingers on her lap.

And as if deciding to finally tell me she looks in to my eyes and practically wills me to understand.

I want to. To know all of her, to be told all her secrets, because I know she has them. So I wait it out, but she doesn't speak.

-"Marie, please tell me"- I soften my voice. Trying to appeal to her. Trying to will her too; to open up to me.

I get some answers but she doesn't quite tell me anything, she smiles and leans over to me I feel her cold breathe on my face, she shifts closer but not close enough, she hesitates for a few seconds but doesn't quite reach me, still.

She smiles anxiously and then swiftly kisses my lips.

Her kiss is careful at first, she pecks me several times, but then gets boulder and takes my bottom lip between hers.

Her lips are soft like I remembered from yesterday.

The only place we are connected is by our mouths and I want to touch her, but I know if I do she will pull away sooner, so I let her lead this encounter. I barely move my lips with hers, but before I know it I can't hold on too much longer and I open my mouth and wrap my lips against hers, I slide my tongue against her lips and she opens willingly and eagerly. I keep it light, stroking hers, she is learning, it's like I'm teaching her, like we are learning together.

She shift's again and I feel the warmed of her hands against my face, she softly strokes my checks mindful of my swollen eye and –I can bet, broken nose.

My hands have a mind of there own and stroke her arms, her shoulders her neck, and softly glide to her face.

My fingers comb between the chocolate strands that had me hypnotized since I first saw her and I feel the silken texture, I slowly bring her to me; urging her to straddle me, but she doesn't move. I start to feel the dizziness and the lethargy that the exertion provides. But it's stronger, I feel like I'm leaving my body again.

I feel her shift again but this time it's away from me. When our lips part, it's with a soft whimper from her.

Her eyes are a little sad; she looks away and gets off the bed. I watcher as she walks to the long dresser beside the closed door, there on top is my duffle bag and some other clothing that I don't recognize.

She returns to the bed with the soft looking black sweater, she smiles at me but it doesn't reach her eyes.

-"Here"- she offers the dark clothing.

I take it hesitantly.

I know, deep inside I know what this is.

But still everything about this is too confusing; I really don't know what she's thinking.

She barely speaks, she started being cold and distant and now she's kissed me of her on will, and handing me clothing, taking care of me.

Is she saying goodbye to me? Is she asking me to leave? I want to ask her but before my slow and very tired brain decides to she has left the room again, closing the door behind her.

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