Holding her breath, Alicia waited for his response with her heart in her mouth.
She remembered about her confession to him this morning. When she told him that she had wanted him to bring her along with him to hell so she could love him there forever. She had yet to receive any response from that because of the many interruptions they kept on getting.
However, while she was on the road, Alicia had realized that her, following him to hell was not possible. Because she had already sacrificed her only chance to leave this world. And that she could no longer go anywhere, not to the afterlife and definitely not to hell either.
That meant that these few days were all that she had left with him.
"Ezekiel…" she whispered his name, wanting him to speak and give her an answer.
He lifted his free hand and was about to put his thumb on her lips when he halted. His gaze drifted to his fingers that were still covered with blood before he changed direction and suddenly lifted her in a bridal carry.
With his fast and long strides, they had quickly reached the familiar small spring they had visited just the night before. However, it was not raining this time around and the moon was out. Its silvery beams seemed to gently shimmer around them, and it was bright enough that they did not need the light from lamp for her to see him clearly.
He dipped them both into the water immediately, not even bothering to remove their clothes.
After placing her hand on his neck, Ezekiel silently washed the blood that had been staining his hands. For a long while, Alicia just watched him rub the dark red stains off in silence. There was a companionable silence that stretched between the both of them. It was as though no words were needed to fill in that silence as it felt comfortable and natural.
The whole world seemed to turn quiet. Only the splash of water and the quiet flow of the spring could be heard.
She loved this kind of silence, but after some time, she could no longer bring herself to keep on waiting. She wanted…no, needed him to answer her and this time, she would not let him change or evade the topic.
So before he could stop washing his hands, Alicia moved her hands to his face, again, cupping both his cheeks. She turned and made him look at her, then pressed her forehead against his.
"Ezekiel…" she uttered his name again. "I –"
"Alicia," he spoke, interrupting her.
She pulled away a little and stared at him, hopeful that he would finally respond.
"I thought this would definitely bother you." ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
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