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Amelia curled up onto the couch while Warren started clearing the empty dishes from the coffee table and went to bring some desert. He insisted she have some because he said he wasn't going to finish it all himself, so she reluctantly gave in. They finished an early dinner and things were beginning to calm down. She finally began to fully relax. It felt easy, knowing her nerves were at peace around him. The way he made her feel, she couldn't come to terms with it. This was not the way her world was. She still felt like she was dreaming. She couldn't help it. Warren gave off this earthy aura that shined through everything. He reminded her of nature. How sometimes people observe quietly from a distance, almost like the moment was peaceful, his approach was just as warming. She can breathe again. Calming breaths that flowed rhythmically. She'd never known that feeling before. He had no idea who she was, and he didn't question it for a second. She didn't know if this was luck or her subconscious speaking out, but she'd like to believe this was really happening to her. She wiped her eyes, smiling while she gazed at him walking around the kitchen.515Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡCf5EqNiJTO
She just stared at his beautiful back as he went to the freezer. His wings twitching as his arm went to the pantry to reach for some bowls. She really couldn't help herself anymore. As she looked at him she was reminded of what she is. Accepting it will take time and she didn't want to put all the responsibility on his shoulders. She'd overstayed her welcome and it was soon time to tell him. She would have to go home. But then she would go back to her old life. The one she'd left finally for the first time last night. Could she bring herself to go back? Abandon her dad? Did he even miss her? He surely missed having her as his personal scratching post. Being the used rag in her father's life was furthest thought from her mind. Thinking about it just made her feel sick.
But despite it all, she liked being here. In a weird sense, it felt cozy. Very much like the homes she'd read about in stories where families were close and lived together. Warren maybe came from money, judging from the décor of the rooms. But it felt very simple, the place didn't feel compact with materials strewn about the rooms like he had someone to impress. It just looked as if somebody who'd lived here for many years and wasn't littered with contrived images. Everything about the living room stuck out as welcoming to anybody who entered. But she was an outsider. She almost forgot that as she continued staring at his back.
She didn't know a lot about him or his life but she can guess from the obvious surroundings that Warren lived alone. The place held a sly loneliness to it that she could relate to. She could feel it in the walls, and hear it in the sounds of the kitchen. The big balcony, possibly built just for his needs. Her heart was pulling to him fast. She understood why he was alone. Amelia was trying to come to grips with her own bout. Why would this beautiful man who can have presumably everything and anyone go out of his way like this? It baffled her. She was no one special. Certainly that's what people would say otherwise about her. She buried her face in her hands and rubbed her eyes. She was staring blankly trying to release the worry she felt in her gut.
She was so torn she didn't notice Warren coming out of the kitchen appearing in front of her.
She tried to shake the thoughts and put them away, for now. Warren smiled softly and came next to her, placing one of the bowls of vanilla ice cream under her gently. She looked at it then looked at him as he sat down. She slowly picked up the bowl looking into white substance, possibly for a reason. She didn't know what for.
She took a small spoonful and calmly put it up to her mouth. Things were deathly silent. She clamped her mouth around the spoon and closed her eyes as the icy sweetness sat on her tongue for a moment before she swallowed. When she went to repeat the process it got challenging. She couldn't focus, not even to take another bite. She placed the bowl onto the table and tried to get as comfortable as she could. She swung her legs around and lay down on the head of the couch. She folded her arms across her chest and gulped.
She felt scared suddenly, like maybe she shouldn't be so curious of everything. Maybe there was a reason why he didn't say what happened the first time she asked. He wanted to protect her. She could feel that. But how long could he?
"I have so many questions. But I don't know if I want the answers." She whispered to the ceiling.
Warren placed his bowl down and sat further back, moving his body closer. "I owe you that."
Amelia turned on her side, the pain she felt on her side slowly becoming tolerable. Rapidly and suddenly. She can twist her body to sit up alone now. "I feel like I want to know, but maybe, I don't know, I think knowing what happened will just make it worse." She covered her face. "I'm sorry, that was so stupid to say."
Warren took a deep breath and moved closer to her as he was sat on the carpet. He removed her hands, observing the pale blue of her eyes. "If you don't want to know what happened its OK. But if you do, I'll tell you everything. And if you don't give me an answer, please don't feel bad. You've been through enough and maybe it's not best to say those things about yourself."
Amelia bit her lip so hard she thought she drew blood. She looked directly in his eyes. No, they were pulling at her again. She could feel her heart pound out of chest. She was sure he must have heard it too. He should not be looking at her like that. It was getting more difficult for her to focus again. Her eyes were fogging with a baby blue dripping out. She couldn't look into his eyes.
"Warren…I—" She was interrupted by the phone ringing.
Warren leaned his forehead on her arm. He sighed with a soft groan. "I'm not answering that. Not ever."
Amelia felt so out of place. Every time his phone rang it reminded her she had nothing to do with his life. And how was she? There was nothing keeping her here. She could sneak out when he left and he probably wouldn't notice. She could already feel her body rejuvenating by the seconds. A lot more quickly than she predicted. Her eyes went to her arms. By now the call had gone to voice mail and she looked back at Warren. He was still, unmoving. His forehead warm on her arm and she began to feel even more heat the longer he stayed there.
But then she remembered her past.
He was lying on her scars. Not a good sign. This wasn't right. She peeked around and tried to move her arm. She gave up and lifted her left arm up in the air. No way.
What she saw shocked her to the core.
She yelped. "Oh my god."
Warren jumped and lifted his head up as she sat straight up looking at her left arm in a stunned panic. "What? What's wrong?"
"They're gone. Oh my god. Warren, look? They're completely gone." She exclaimed, checking her right arm as if confirming what she already knew. She was equally flabbergasted when she looked at both arms.
Warren looked down and carefully looked over her arms. He backed away a little. He knew it would work, but not to this extent. His eyes went wide and his body stood erect. He couldn't move. Both his feet felt glued to the ground.
"Warren, what's going on?" Amelia asked carefully.
Warren was in shock. He didn't believe what he was seeing. Suddenly he was at a loss for words. He paced turned around finally covering his face with his hands. He didn't realize he was shaking until he saw Amelia stand up easily and walk to him. Her eyes went as wide as his. The pumpkin shading in her iris flashed over his face, growing brighter by the second. He grabbed both of her shoulders gently.
"How are you doing that?"
Amelia licked her lips, her words shaking as they spilled out of her mouth. "I-I d-don't know." She felt a sudden heat rise to her stomach and she backed away to raise her shirt up. She could feel more heat like an inferno coming out of her mid-section and she began frantically unfastening the bandages. The dried crimson blood clung to the material as she peeled back the layers.
When she unraveled the last piece of gauze she noticed something was missing. There was a burning red mark right where her stitches had been, then a shimmering golden light appeared and the stitches disappeared. Amelia's mouth gaped so wide she thought her jaw would detach itself. Amelia's breath hitched up into her throat and she bolted in a speed she didn't know she had passed him toward the balcony.
What the hell was happening to her? She had this sudden energy, out of nowhere. She closed her eyes, wishing it would just all go away. This was a strange feeling she had. She'd never felt a sensation like this. So exhilarating. So lightheaded, almost like she was floating up into the air. That's crazy though, what could make her feel that way?
Wait, her body was jolted into the dark sky and she felt herself being lifted higher.
"Warren!" As her voice screamed for him the higher up she flew into the onyx sky.
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