Luna Hawthorn

Chapter 1. I pierce his chest with a knife and offer him a seductive, sensual glance that says, "You lost me the day you left me." Through the use of any capability, "us" won't exist again. He feels his eyes get harder, but not as cold as they usually do. These sorts are soft and gentle, exactly how I want them to be. These people have an odd, overpowering heat that feels like it could burn straight through my body. I can't stop staring at Salvador's lovely smile as he holds my face in his palms. I melt into him as he offers me a kiss after that. It's not love or lust, it's not even desire. That kiss is nothing compared to this one; it's much better. I'm so f*****g lost in this man right now. After what seems like an age, we finally parted ways. We are staring at each other when I hear someone behind us clearing their throat. Julian looks like he's going to faint when I turn around. I ignore him and focus on the person who really should be puking. "Are you sure that you'll survive?" I ask, and Alvin stares at Jim. His smile is really wonderful. "Yes." Afterwards, he places his hand on my cheek and pulls me in till our foreheads meet. He whispers into my ear, "I'll never let anything happen to you," and I cringe. Alvin turns away from me and leaves the room without saying anything. As I watch him go, I wonder why he was so unwilling to stay. I turn to face Jim again; I've never seen him look like this. I know there's pain in his eyes, but it goes deeper than that. Something that chills me to the bone. He pauses and looks around the room as if he's trying to find something. He lets out a deep breath, looks back at me, and steps ahead when he doesn't see me. Salvador was the only one who truly understood my body and knew how to take care of it. Here, though, I'm not sure of myself. I don't know what to do with my stuck hands or even if I should put them somewhere else. My mind is blank and I am unable to think clearly. "How did you know about me?" He asks in a firm but hushed voice. I nod. "Your father told me." I take a step forward and reach out to grasp his hand, wanting nothing more than to hold him. Jim takes my hand and wraps his fingers around mine. "Thank you." A tiny smile crosses his lips. My heart skips a beat. "For what?" He shakes his head. "Don't thank me yet." We stand in silence, waiting for him to say something else. I hear the door open and close, and I feel someone enter the room. Julian says, "Hello, Jim." Jim peeks behind him to see what he's planning. What is it you desire, Julian? If you tell me the truth, I won't go crazy." Julian chuckles and shakes his head. It is not important. I just wanted to talk to you alone for a little while. It is essential. I grimace, realising why Julian would want to talk to him alone. That's the only thing that worries me about Jim; he doesn't seem to notice anything around him. "Jim, Julian wants to talk to you," I murmur. He stops and circles back to place both of his hands on my shoulders. "Who are 'us'?" he asks, casting a sidelong glance at my face. I shake my head. "It doesn't matter. Julian has to be given attention. You have to trust him. There is nothing like him. "I don't trust anyone anymore," he says with regret. He then lets go of my shoulders and rubs the back of my neck. "Why is that?" I ask, regretting a little bit for telling him not to trust Julian. "Because I experienced bad things from them. I don't think I'll be able to trust them in the future."Julian is different, though. He is not like them. Do you lack vision? "Maybe I do, but it's too late now." Is this connected to what happened the previous evening? In such case, I completely understand. It wasn't the appropriate way for me to confront you. I'm sorry. Should you choose to drop the class, I will be there for you." He shakes his head. "No, nothing is wrong. It wasn't your fault. Salvador never brought up my relationship with someone else." I gave a sharp sigh of relief. I say, "Good," and quickly give him a rub. "You should get out of here quickly. Julian appeared ready to take you further at this point." "You are?" he says, startled. Indeed. I give his arm a pull and say, "Let's go." Jim gives Julian a sidelong glance as he nods and walks out of the room. Jim hesitates for a second before turning back to face me. He grabs my hand and leads the way to the door, stopping as we enter the corridor. He whispers, "Dora, thank you so much for helping me." "Anytime," is my response. "And thank you for saving me," he adds. A smile forms on my lips as I acknowledge the situation I saved him from. "I'd do it again." Taking my hand, he walks me down the hallway and out of the room. He opens the door for me and waits for me to enter the car. I climb in, unbuckle my seatbelt, recline, and hold his hand. "Where are we going?" I ask. "We're on our way home to my house," he states before hopping in the car. "Okay." Then I get a sight of him, his miserable expression. I hate to see him like way, but I am powerless to make him feel better. That is something I could never do. I can't help but ponder out loud as we travel and enjoy the scenery. "I thought you didn't want to go home anymore." "I don't," he answers back. "I just don't want to be there alone." However, you don't have to be by yourself. I'm welcome to stay with you." "No, everything is OK. You ought not to endanger yourself." "I refuse to act in this manner. I'll be safe. Jim lets out a long breath. Should it be true, your level of fear would decrease. Right now you are trembling. Moreover, your hands appear cold." I squeeze my thighs together and look down. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." "Did what?" "I kissed you." Jim lets out a small laugh. "Oh yeah, that." I give him a quick glance and meet his eyes. "What do you wish to convey? If anything went wrong, what was it? "Nothing," he replies with a pleasant grin. "You performed exceptionally well. Better than I had thought. I giggle nervously and glance back to the glass to see us speeding down the motorway. "Do you want to tell me why you're so afraid of returning home?" I ask, changing the subject. Jim touches my thigh with his fingertips. "My sister…" He ends the conversation, but I get what he's saying. "She's okay, then?" I ask. Jim nods. She is, but not in the way I see her. She seems really weak and unwell. I have no doubt that she will go gone shortly."