Saturday, 19 December 2009
08:00:59 PM (GMT)
The young man's arms are warm. He wraps them around the front of my
shoulders and chest, and pulls me close, so that my head is pressed lightly to his
chest. He is only older than me by a trifle; three years at the most, I would guess,
making him eighteen at oldest. He is much taller than me, though; although that is
nothing new. I am awfully short.
I know this young man. His name is Axel, and he has a way with charming people. Like
he's doing to me now, hugging me close, and bending over to whisper in my ear.
"Lanixa", he whispers. "Come outside with me." Grabbing my hand, he pulls me out of
this dreadfully cold room. He sends bursts of heat, as he wields fire.
Does he love me?
Want to torture me?
My thoughts are full of questions;
Yet void of answers.