My heart, My love, My dragon

Chapter 34

Fact is, Anya remained firmly planted on the ground as their breaths stilled and Oliver was no longer distressed but intently looking down at her. Ignoring everything she quickly got up from under him and began to look for the dagger but she didn't find it and could only assume the darkness swallowed it whole.

Anya made no further comment as she sniffled and Oliver helped her back to the servant quarters. She flinched when they entered his room. It was ruined and covered in the dark ice resembling her soul. Tenderly, she placed her palm against the ice to swallow the anger back in.

"Release," she whispered and the ice retreated back into her within a second. She helped Ollie clean up the broken shards of glass and pick up the bookshelf to reorganize the books in their place. Once everything was back in its place they both sank onto the bed in exhaustion. "How did you know I was in the woods?"

Oliver sat up and reached beneath the bed to show Anya the letter she received. He grabbed his notebook and wrote, "I found the letter on the floor and read it. I hope you don't mind."

Anya heaved a sigh, "No, I don't mind. Besides, I have to thank you for stopping me from killing myself."

Oliver shifted uncomfortably as he wrote, "I couldn't let you leave this world without accomplishing your dreams.

"I guess one day I'll be able to fulfill that and live in peace."

***

It'd be an understatement to say that their relationship had gone beyond that of a normal friendship. Oliver had noticed Anya's constant nightmares and always sat on the edge of the bed until she fell asleep. On one occasion, Anya had unconsciously pulled Oliver down to lay beside her. It was a mutual agreement to sleep side by side. For once, Anya was happy. She felt happy beside Oliver that she developed feelings for him. 

Anya was scared of the consequences this might bring. Now, she felt tied to the dragon world because of Oliver. He was so gentle, caring, and always treated her delicately. It felt strange for her to experience this unknown sense of having someone care for her unconditionally. Maybe, perhaps, Oliver also loved her as she did him.

Anya and Oliver were sitting on the bed reading a couple of spellbooks. He was reading ice and water books while Anya read wind books. He was leaning against the wall with the bookshelf right above his head. Anya, dissatisfied. with the wind spellbook, she was reading decided to reach above Oliver to place the book back. 

But there was this thick red book that caught her eye. I almost appeared to not be a book. Almost as if on the inside of the book, there were no pages but something hidden. Anya extended her hand to reach for it but Oliver placed his hands on her hips and pulled her down to his lap. She yelped at the sudden movement and stared at him in confusion. His face was terribly flushed but his eyes held a glint of panic. It was Anya's turn to flush as she became aware of their intimate position.

She tried moving off his lap but Oliver kept her firmly planted down, "Oliver..."

Their breaths became more rapid as Anya struggled to focus anywhere else but his lips. She hesitated as her lips brushed his softly and his breath caught in his thought. She watched as he swallowed harshly and licked his lips hungrily. Softly, she pressed her lips against his. He returned her kiss gently but Anya reacted with fervor. He frowned as she turned the kiss into a rough deep one. She moved with more pace, his chapped lips causing an intense feeling against her plump lips.

Oliver lost himself a bit as he let his hand rub her waist delicately repeatedly. Anya latched onto his lower lip and suckled on it- satisfied with the deep groan Oliver gave off. Her lips started to move toward his neck slowly but Oliver scrambled upward to reach for a piece of paper on the table beside the bed. 

He scrambled wobbly. His hand trembling as he wrote one word. One word that broke Anya and made her snap out of her possessed state. He wrote, "Freya"

Anya froze and looked at Oliver. His lips were swollen and his eyes shiny. Polished by desire. Of course, Anya had completely forgotten that Oliver was involved romantically with someone else. Someone that was not her but Freya. An enraged, jealous depression washed over her features. How could she so foolishly open the doors of her heart and let herself succumb to this feeling? She was an i***t, she thought. It was useless to hope as she had. She decided to let him go and no longer feel any hope for something to grow between them.

"I'm sorry," Anya said and quickly moved off him and settled in the far corner of the bed. She felt devastated. Anya had Oliver in her heart but he had Freya in his heart. 

"Yeah, I got to go," Oliver coughed up, looking at the door and then to Anya. She was shaken- he was going to see Freya. There was no doubt about it.

"It's fine. Go," Anya reassured and plastered a fake smile on her lips as she watched him walk out...walk out of her heart and life. Tears welled up in her eyes but she hurriedly brushed them off. No, she would never cry over someone ever again. She'd had to put a heavy lock on her heart and feelings so that she'll never get hurt again. She was over this crying and feeling weak and anguished. Absolutely done with it.