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

Emily had patted his forehead down, and once she saw bits of white powder, she frowned. He was wearing make-up? That was strange. His skin was so smooth underneath. It would be a shame to cover that in make-up. Instead of stopping there, she had wiped down his entire face in long, full strokes with her warm cloth, dipping it warm water occassionally when the cloth got too dirty to use. She continued until his whole face was wiped clean of make-up. She took a deep breath, and concentrated on his full mouth, her lips parted, and gently wiped the cloth softly against his lips, noticing her cloth darken with a black shade, and said quietly, Sir? You shouldn't wear make-up. I mean, you don't need to. She was hoping he would have forgotten about kicking her out by now. He didn't seem like he was in the right mind to answer her questions. She wondered why. By now, she realized it was getting dark. She wondered if he could be so cruel as to send a young lady outside at night without any money or anything. But, even if he gave her money, she wouldn't want it. She just wanted to stay in this room, in this house. She looked up at him again, noticing that his eyes seemed off, like they were in a world of their own. She let him keep to herself. She wasn't going to be a rude visitor and demand that he answer her questions. Why he had her possessions, why he had so many pictures of her, why he had her mail, and why he wasn't answering any of her questions. Once he echoed that she had died, she gasped. So, he did know something. Yes, she had died. But, how could she explain it? He would surely ship her off to the nearest mental instution. When she woke up, it was like she had slept for a long time, as if.. she wasn't supposed to wake up. But, when the sun had graced her with its light, she knew that she had a purpose here. Yes, I did die. But now, I'm here. And, I don't know how to explain it. She said quietly, hoping that her quiet voice was quiet enough so he couldn't hear but that he could notice that she was indeed uncomfortable with the situation. Once he was done with the cloth, she walked back to the bathroom to clean it, and hung it up to dry where the towels usually hung. She heard him request that she try on a wedding dress, the wedding dress she had already seen. She blushed when he gave her directions, feeling ashamed that she had already went through his things without telling him. She had already trespassed into his land, into his things. She quietly nodded. It was the least she could do after she had trespassed into his house. For some reason, she felt a connection to this man. She didn't feel shy that she would be changing in front of him. It was as if she knew him. She opened the door to the closet, and opened it, gently taking out the hanger that held the plastic cover and the beautiful lace gown underneath. It's very beautiful. She said, looking into his beautiful eyes. But, she didn't know him! She shook her head, and slide off her hospital gown. She hadn't been wearing a bra, and only black laced underwear prevented him from seeing what she looked like naked. Her back faced him, so he couldn't see her breasts at this angle. If he moved her however, then he could see more. But from here, he could only see the curve of her pale breasts. Carefully, she unwrapped the plastic covering from the actual dress. She felt honored that he wanted her, a stranger, to try on something that was obviously so dear to him. Fortunately, it had a strapless bra built inside the dress, and unzipped the back zipper. She stepped inside the skirt, looping the straps onto her pale shoulders, and asked in a soft voice, I can't really zip it up. Could you help me? She blushed, turning her back. She realized that as the cool air brushed against her bare back, that he could see everything. From her neck to the waistband of her panties from here. She shivered, waiting to hear the sound of the zipper being zipped up. When he did zip her dress up, she smiled, and stepped back so he could see her. Knowing that he probably wanted the whole picture, she slowly modelled it for him, turning her body around so he could see the dress best. The lace, the white skirt that laid underneath, the simple fabric that tied it together, and she even put the veil over her eyes. How do I look? She asked, timid, and a faint red blush colored her cheeks. Self-consciously, she flattened out the creases of the skirt, surprised on how sturdy it was. It didn't even look old. It had barely been worn, maybe once. And, suddenly, as she stood there, in the dress, she had a flashback. She saw that she was in the dress, modelling it out for her mother and her sister. She had been squealing, and laughing with her mother, asking her if she thought Eric would like it. In her mind, she saw a picture of Eric. And matched it to the form that had asked her to try on the dress. It was as if Eric had been her fiancee in another life, she blinked, and suddenly felt like he had stripped her to her very core. She was still confused. If Eric was her fiancee, and if he had died too, what did that make them? Immortals? Freaks? She felt like her world was spinning, and suddenly she fell onto the ground, becoming overwhelmed by what she had seen. It was like someone was playing a dirty trick on her and laughing at her. She closed her eyes, resting her head against the foot of the bed for a minute, just to absorb what she had seen.