The Sweet Dreams

 I curled up into a small tight ball. I knew I was alone. No one would even be home for another few hours. Curled up, I looked around the room from my corner. I hated being alone more then I hated anything since the day he had left me dieing inside... I let out a sharp breath, but not nearly as sharp as the pain that had caused it. Soon, I was crying painfully loud. 
I sat there for hours crying and wishing I would just die. I never would be able to understand why I didn't just kill myself. All my pain would be releaved... My heart would no more feel the burning desire to be truely loved. A desire that hurt more then any desire.
I screemed in pure pain. I heard foot steps rush up the stairs to the small attick room I often snuck to. I hadn't realized anyone was home... I cursed and looked down at my bleeding arm then I looked for something, anyhting at this point. I just had to hide it some how... 
Before I could find anyhting, he burst into the room as he used to when ever I was hurt or being hurt. He focused right on me, his soft eyes gave me just enough strength to stop crying. His gaze, sweeping over the scene of me in the corner of the small room, stopped at the sight of my bloodied arm. I watched the display of emotions cross his face and darken his eyes, picking out the most severe emotions... Shock... Worry... Then, just pure pain. The pain seemed to be severe enough to drown my heart in the sorrows of his pain...
He rushed over next to me and sat down on the wooden floor as close to me as possible. Without a word, he carefully pulled me even closer untill I was sitting in his lap comfterbly. His strong protective arms held me close to his chest. As if he loved me, he gently tilted my face up twards his...
"Please... Don't. I'm so sorry for not being able to protect you from this... Just please... I..." His vioce was even softer then his eyes had grown. His pleas were so gentle and full of passion. There was more passion in his vioce then I had ever thought there would be. 
He leaned closer to me before closeing his eyes. His lips met mine softly in a kiss sweet as the sugary strawberries my mother had once gotten for us. My own eyes fluttered shut gracefully and all I was aware of was him. Everything about him. The way he closed his eyes, the way he held me to himself so protectivly... Then... The soft movement of his lips, how they softly moved against mine...
Too soon, it was over. Our lips lingered close, nearly just brushing against eachother. The lovely kiss had come to an end and now I was just sitting limply in his lap, his arms holding my weakened body up right so I was tightly pressed against him. We gazed at eachother, both realizeing that we never wanted to be apart again from this moment on. Brushing his soft lips across the pale skin of my cheek to rest his lips close to my ear he whispered to me quietly as if some one else might be listening in on a big secret. 
"I am so sorry, my love... I will never leave you again. I'm so so so sorry... Please... I love you more then I've ever loved anyhting. Please..." The rest of his unfinished sentence lingered between us in the air that has become all together thin around our bodies pressed close. I knew what he wanted to ask of me. I looked back down at my arm, craddled gently to my own stomache were my shirt had been splattered with the blood that had been fluidly flowing out of my torn skin. It had stopped bleeding b y now, though. His eyes swiftly followed my gaze.
He put a warm hand ever so gently on the wound and closed his eyes slowly. I knew he was the only other being who would ever understand why I had done such a thing as this. Yet, he was the only one who may never know the secret pain and how greatly the pain had stung when he had left me. To understand, you would have to have felt it. I never want him to hurt the way i had for as long as it had hurt me...
As if he could read my thoughts, his embrace tightened slightly. I wondered once more if he had really ever meant the dreadfull words he has spoken that last night. The words that had hurt so badly, then the reply I had hoped for in every one of my dreams. I closed my eyes and admired the pitch black that became my vision. The darkness couyld be very much a comfort to those who wish to escape from the light that could possibly blind them. Stirring more comfterbly in my lovers arms, I listen to the steady beat of his heart... Then I slowly slipped into a deep fuzzy sleep, full of images. More images then dreams. All were memories of him... His eyes, his words... His soft touch... The sweet hum of his vioce to the mellow beat of his cold heart...