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when the gun was raised at their direction. She protected Rachel, as she was protecting her every day. Giving and filling her with life again.
    Without knowing how, my steps lead me to her room.
    There she was. Sleeping in the darkness while her ginger hair glowed with the little light the moon provided. I walked and sat on the bed, watching her as a need too strong filled every muscle in my body. I wanted to be strong, to move away. I wanted to have the strength to turn her away from me forever. But…
    She was light and joy.
    A diamond so bright that outshined even the sun.
    She was life itself.
     
    *****
     
    Feeling a weight on the right side of my bed, I woke up to find Thomas. I couldn’t see his face, only blackness. I knew it was him because I knew the shape of his body.
    “Mister Abram, is Rachel okay?” I asked, sleepy, while scrubbing my eyes.
                  I heard him take a very deep breath. “Yeah. Sure. Rachel’s okay,” he whispered, almost inaudibly.
    I found that strange – his voice, the way he had entered my room, how he was sitting there without moving a single muscle. I couldn’t see his face, but I could feel his stare on me. And then there was the way his deep breathing filled the silence of my room, making my heart speed faster.
    “I shouldn’t have come here,” he said, with a fake laugh. He turned his face and I saw his profile. God, he was just perfect and had all the right lines. “Rachel’s okay. I just wanted to make sure you were okay and I found you sleeping. I apologize. It won’t happen again.”
                  He stood and took a step toward the door. Without knowing what came over me, I left the bed and found his hand, in which was cold. There was no reason for him to be that cold, he was in the shower the last time I saw him.
    A moaned escaped my throat, one that didn’t pass unnoticed.
                  Thomas stopped, lowered his head to where my hand still touched his own and then my eyes finally met his. It was dark, but there was the light’s moon creping through the window, passing through the curtains. And his eyes, God, his eyes looked haunted. Like he was in pain but didn’t want to say anything. As if he didn’t want to let anyone know the true depths of his soul. I knew him enough to know he was a strong man. A man who would take the world’s pain inside himself before it could hurt anyone else.
                  “What about you, Mister Abram? Are you okay? You’re so cold,” I whispered, looking up because of how taller he was.
                  “You’ve been living in my home for four weeks now, Audrey. Please call me by my name,” he murmured back with that deep voice. And there was the accent. Jesus Christ, the accent. Only his voice, with a few words, made things to me. I could feel my entire body screaming for release. For his touch. His kisses. Everything burned.
                  Without realizing, my thumb had started to make circles on his rough hand. “Sure, Thomas,” I said with a little smile when I found my breath.
    My heart pounded in my chest while I continued to touch his hand, sweat soon mingling because of how different our temperatures were. But the greatest assault wasn’t of how I was touching him in such an intimate way, it was how he was gazing at me. I’ve never seen him like that. As if he was trying to control a beast inside himself. His gaze went to my eyes, to my lips and my collarbone, as though he didn’t know where to look first or if he was trying to figure out what to do or where to touch. We stood there, in the middle of my room, in the complete darkness, gazing at each other for I don’t know how long. It could have been years and still it would’ve not been enough.
    “Stop that,” he said after an eternity of gazing, wanting, needing.
    His nose almost touching mine, I made myself say, “Stop what?”
    “You know well what.”
    Finally