feel them on me from all over and I want to sink into the ground and disappear. I yank but the blanket begins to tea

down to pick it up with speed. He walks forward in two confident strides and hands it straight to me, bending lightly as he does so to make sure I get it without any more interference. I know he's only

houlder in passing because of how speedy I am. Hot searing flash runs through my body alarmingly, igniting something tingly inside of me that I can't identify. Like being zapped by a low strength taser and I gas

ll it

tart flowing through my mind at neck breaking speed that fries my brain and I cannot break his gaze or look away. Startled into silence, locked in, and unable to fight what ha

rmation, flooding, invading my mind, and overtaking me as I'm body slammed with an overwhel

f the darkest chocolate eyes on mine, unable to break frees yet marooned like I suddenly found home and his gaze goes from sworn enemy to lifeline in my darkness. Neither of us c

y snap out and fall backwards in a slump. Released from whatever the hell that was and momentarily dazed. Fully incapable of

ed him in the stomach, and he falls forward to drop his palms on the ground to hold him steady. Eyes wide, skin pale, unusually for his normal tanned hue. He looks like someone just told him the wor

squeaks out, and echoes around us lik

s my fingers find my skull and I start scrubbing my head to get my brain to start functioning. To figure out what just happened

at?... No. I

't get the strong scent of him out of my nostrils, or the need to get up and go hug him, out of my brain. The crazy primal urge to get up and go sit on him a

ing to rationalize what this was as I draw in air with shallow bre

mountain and like a sudden clap of thunder, his voice halts the rest

om his slumped position. Gripping and hauling him like a madman and ang

pangled as me. Knocked sideways and unsure what the hell just happened to us.

tone is lacking too, and I can feel his eyes back on me as I struggle to sit up,

ow what it is. Saw it happen to others. The need to go over and wrap myself in his arms, the longing way we stop and gaze at one another as urge blots out sense and beas

d and the Fates

ity with and follow him wherever he goes. Until the end of time. He's my

imagine anyt