Affinity

It came to 12 o clock and we both looked to the clock at the same time. I pulled the duvet across from my side and Kayla from hers and we enclosed ourselves in a soft envelope of duvet. It took a great deal of fidgeting and rearranging before we finally got comfortable and realised that it would have been far easier to get into bed properly for now the duvet was the wrong way round and so the cold side of it was touching our skin. We lay silent for what seemed like a decade when finally Kayla turned and looked at me, with what seemed like a bright blue light in her eyes. I turned my head to look at her and noticed her eyes shone with a dim green and I smiled. Everything new about her I wanted to embrace, wanted to write down so I would never forget it. Kayla rested her head on one bent arm and the other rested in front of her, between us. I mimicked her and turned my body to face hers, the duvet suddenly seeming so much warmer as it shuffled over us.
“Anya,” she whispered still, though there was really no need, my Aunt was not here and so there was no worry as to who we may be disturbing. Though her whispers touched me like gentle moth wings and I relaxed there and answered, “Yes”.
“Have you ever wondered how many stars you can actually see when you look up into that sky?” I noticed she was looking out the window behind me and I turned with a quick rustle to be greeted by a clear sky and a vast sea of shining dots out of my window. I loved the stars and always had done. The stars brought me back home. Not here. No, not with my Aunt. They brought me somewhere I did not know but did know at the same time. Somewhere I remembered but at the same time did not remember. They reminded me of a man I once knew as my father and as I looked through that window a shiver spread across me and I sighed deeply.
“I have always wondered it Kayla. They remind me of my father, how we used to watch the stars every single night until the day he… until the day he died.”
It still hit me like a hundred knives in the chest and I almost jumped when I felt the pressure of Kayla’s hand reach across my stomach to pull me back round to face her. She met my gaze with a look of complete understanding. I do not know where it had come from or even if I had imagined it in my phase of helplessness. I went limp beneath her touch and as she felt the tear roll down my cheek into the pillow she pulled me towards her and pushed the arm she had rested her head upon underneath my neck. She stroked my cheek with her other hand and with one sentence gave me all the comfort I needed.
“Sleep Anya, I’m here, I’m always here.”




I've just realised how utterly sad and cheesy I am. *sighs* That is a bit from the story I wrote/am writing (but have temporarily stopped). It is indeed rather cheesy but cute too.