Roxie swung her legs to the side of the bed and searched for the floor with her toes. She touched her silk sheets and shook her head. A small frown slipped onto her lips from how cold it felt. Reaching down, the balls of her feet hit the ground. She walked to the open window and took a deep breath as the howling wind blew. The fresh, salty air met her nose. She breathed it in with closed eyes. She found herself waist-deep in thought when her eyes opened. She felt so alone. She looked at the gloomy clouds in the night sky. Her hands gently traced the window frame. She closed the window, resting her forehead against it.
A couple...is that what you could call them? He was looking up with those beautiful sharp green eyes of his, staring at the stars. She found her hand against the glass as if reaching for him. The glass was so cold. He must have been freezing. He wouldn't show it, though. His stoic posture wouldn't dare give it away. She knew him too well, however, to be tricked by his sturdy appearance. She walked out of her room, grabbed his jacket, and headed out the back door before realizing what she was doing.
He looked so cold as she drew nearer. The closer she got, the colder she curiously felt. Her steps grew slower as her body trembled violently. She pulled the jacket closer to her chest, closing her eyes for a moment.
"Time together is just never quite enough, is it?" his voice startled her making her eyes shoot open. He was glancing over his shoulder. His eyes locked on hers with the intensity that was always there. She felt as though she was suffocating under his gaze. He looked back at the stars while she gasped for words. He seemed annoyed. He wanted to be left alone, but she pushed forth anyways.
"I thought you looked.. well, it seemed cold and.. well, here!" She shoved the jacket out to him, looking to the side. The awkward silence made her wonder why she even bothered. He took it from her while she peeked out of the corner of her eye. He just casually put it around her shoulders. She stared at him questioningly.
"I'm used to it." Of course he was used to it... he was ice. He looked at her again and the intensity brought courage roll into her veins. As he opened his mouth to talk, she beat him to the punch.
"You know I just want to make you happy and safe! What do I have to say for you to let me in? I know you're upset, but you're only too happy to stand there and look down on me. Maybe it would be better for you to just forget me. All I see is you giving me barely any emotion, and I can't keep going on..."
"Do you ever shut up?" he snapped. She felt her eyes sting and dampen, but she refused to cry, yet. She plowed on under the heavy weight of his disapproval.
"I never felt more at home then I do with you. But if you don't feel the same way you should just..."
"Again, I repeat myself... do you ever shut up?" Her eyes bolted open as she felt herself pulled into his cold arms. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She tried to look up, but couldn't. He had pulled her so close that she could barely move. "You know I'm no good with that emotional crap." She bit her lip trying to pull herself away. She squirmed trying to get out of his strong arms.
"You could at least.."
She growled. He was doing this to piss her off now.
"We need time," he went on. She was confused.
"To make or break this relationship.. just give it time." She stubbornly clawed his arms trying to get free. He let her go, and she fell to the sand. She sat there dumbfounded as he just ran a hand through his black hair. She let what he said sink into her mind like an animal in quicksand.
"When you're alone... what are you thinking of?" she demanded.
He just chuckled, "Wouldn't you like to know?"
"Why do you always do this!?" she yelped kicking sand up as she scrambled to my feet. "You're always jerking around with my feelings! What do I look like... your play thing!?" she screamed. She felt so hurt and frustrated. She was sick playing this sick, little game of his. She felt her chin get moved up, and was face to face with him. While looking straight into his steel green eyes, shivers rolled down her spine.
"Do you wish I'd fall in love with you like in the movies?" he asked. She mused over this interesting question. It seemed like she was on autopilot.
"All the time," she spoke with care, wistfully looking to the side. After a long moment of silence, she barely glanced at him. He had a surprisingly big smile on his face and a raised eye brow. He moved in. She held her breath as his lips came so close to hers. An inch... now a centimeter... his warm breath tickled my lips, then he let go of her face and stood back.
"Get some sleep." He then retreated down the shore. She fell onto her knees and hung her head.
"Damn you," was all she could say softly. Her cheeks were on fire and she was smiling. Tears slide down her face and landed on the sandy shore.
"Why does it have to be like this?" she lamented to the freezing, night sky.