For the last thirty minutes, I’ve laid in the arms of an alien, exploring his massive body. Only, I’m not seeing him for what he is. I’ve come back down to reality, and I’m just not sure of anything anymore.
Was this a good idea? Probably not. Did I do it? Absolutely.
Sometimes, my heart feels at peace. Other times, I wonder if I’ll ever get it to stop sinking. Love is a bitch, but liking someone, someone so different from me almost feels worse.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
I laugh and look into his eyes, observing the red of his pupils fade. His skin has no glow to it anymore.
“I’m just thinking,” I say.
“Uh, oh,” he replies.
I kiss him, taste him, and spoon my backside closer to him.
“You aren’t thinking about
what could happen?” I ask.
“It is all I think about,” he responds. “But it is because I am… falling for you.”
I swallow, chest resonating with a troubling pain. “So what do we do?”
Edging his forehead against mine, he sighs. “I can see so much that humans cannot. Yet, I can’t predict the future. I can’t pretend to know the answer to such a question.”
A deep melancholy washes over his face. He pauses. “I just don’t know.”
And that’s just it. The big problem. There’s no clarity.
But are we that different to think this can’t somehow work?
I wish we could lay here in our own little Garden of Eden, but something always gets in the way. This time, it’s the mid-tone noise of someone yelling in the near distance. I recognize the voice instantly.
“Fassbender,” I say.
Our own snake in the grass.
His voice picks up volume. He’s screaming at someone, and it can’t be Zakar.
The crew!
Maybe he didn’t kill them. It’s possible he kept them alive to convince them his plan is the virtuous one they should take.
They wouldn’t believe a lie as heinous as that. However, they bore witness to my captivity. Turn was just trying to save me, but I’m not so sure Roy or Hugh would see it like that.
I jump up and throw my clothes on. “Let’s check it out,” I say.
Turin grabs my hand, pulling me back into his grasp. “I’ve been thinking of a different plan,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“Eventually, one party will kill the other, correct?” he asks.
I groan, knowing where this is heading. He got one taste of me, and now he wants to keep going.
“Sure,” I say. “Someone might have to die. That’s obvious. I’d rather it not be my crew.”
He tries his best to get me to relax by massaging my neck and shoulders. It does feel great, but it’s not exactly changing my mind.