Thread: Nothing Can Keep Us Apart. [angelicxdream and shinyka]

Emily was startled at the fierce sound, the howl. She nearly jumped out of her seat on the bed, staring at the intruder. Well, she was the intruder. She wondered if this man was the owner or knew the owner. He probably was the owner with a reaction that strong. I'm Emily. I-I'm sorry for trespassing. I was just so.. drawn to this house. Your house. Please don't make me leave. Her voice broke, intimidated by his howl, thinking he was angry. She didn't realize he wasn't angry anymore until she looked into his eyes. That was her first mistake. She looked into those beautiful eyes, and was sworn she was drowning. Blushing, she turned away. She didn't know this person's name. She clutched onto the thin fabric of the hospital gown she was wearing, her body shaking. She didn't know why he had such an effect on her. When he fell onto the floor, she let out a gasp. She didn't understand, she didn't normally care that much about strangers, so why was he different? She hurried over to him, her chestnut hair falling over her slender shoulders. She placed his head on her lap, hesitant as she ran her fingers through his locks of hair. She carressed his forehead with her cool fingertips, whispering in a small voice, Are you alright? Sir? She didn't know what to do, racking her brain for some kind of procedure that would help her in a time like this. She wasn't a nurse, or a doctor. His eyes, they looked so empty. He looked like he was going to faint. Wait. What the hell was she doing? Why was she being so affectionate? This man, he probably wanted her out of his house. His house. Not her house. But, she wanted to stay here. This was so confusing. She didn't even know if her name was Emily. I'm.. just trying to find out answers. You know, what my life was like. I mean, is like. She blushed, slipping up. She hoped he wouldn't notice, she didn't really know how to explain that she wasn't part of this world. That.. she had died. She had a sheet over her head, she had been a patient at the hospital, she had died. She saw the hospital report on the desk in her room. She didn't understand why she was still here, still alive. To some extent. Her heart wasn't beating. If you could just tell me, that would be so wonderful. She spoke softly, pulling her hands away from him. She realized it was inappropriate to be so concerned over a stranger. He would be so suspicious why she cared so much. She was being too affectionate. She went into the bathroom, and dipped a white cloth in warm water. She drained most of the excess, and placed it on his head, hoping he wouldn't faint, and that he'd be alright. She patted it, and took his hand, ignoring the sparks of chemistry that seemed to arise. Here. Put your hand over your head, and hold that there. It'll make you feel better. You look like you are in shock over something.. She didn't know what else to say or do. Once he had a steady grip on the damp cloth, she retreated back to her place on the bed. She looked up at him expectantly, hoping that he'd answer her request, and tell her something. He had to know something. She was in every picture in his house. And, if he didn't tell her, and give in, she wouldn't leave. She couldn't make herself leave either way. She was just so attached to this place. Even if it was dirty, and because it was clogged up in dust, she was starting to cough a little.