She had felt the connection.
Her life, a puzzle.
Pieces hidden.
One found.
The Other blinked, stood. Again empty of emotion.
Rational.
“I am Sol.”
He wanted her touch. Not her words.
“Oh, umm…”
Peeling her eyes from his,
she searched for a new identity,
not wanting to be tied to the harshness of her given name.
“Aurora. I am Aurora.”
She pointed toward her chest as if forcing the name within her heart. A cool, sun-scented breeze played with the ripe auburn of her tangled hair as she looked around the small room. Her eyes lifted to the windows, and she could see that she was no longer near the earth. Aurora jutted her neck forward and rushed past Sol to the line of windows opposite her.
Her body tense with excitement and wonder.
“How did I get here?”
Her dangerous journey to his place in the trees had warped memories.
“I caught you. You were unconscious, so I brought you in here and waited with you.”
Rational.
Emotion?
Never. Not any.
Except
with her touch.
“You caught me?”
She turned to him. Her positivity turning to annoyance and fear. Pictures of her past becoming clear.
Could this be the end?
No. She had felt something. They had felt something.
A beginning.
She believed what he had said. She was safe. There. With him.
And
she was too changed.
Aurora let her question, her doubt slide out her ears
out the window.
She wanted nothing to get in the way of what she was feeling.
Finally feeling.
Finally trusting.
Finally happy.
But still, curiosity lingered.
She crossed the room. Back to him.
“Tell me why you kill. I want to understand.”