Forever and Always

Chapter 5: We can fall together

They pulled away and looked into each other's eyes.

"Why did you kiss me?" She asked.

"Well I don't quite know, no one ever really knows why they kiss a person, they just do, when they like said person. And Sophia, I like you. I have never liked many, but you, you help me to fall asleep, in which I hadn't been able to do in years. You make me feel as though I am not alone, and I thank you for that. Most of all I thank you for being there, and listening, and caring, because I have never experienced that. Cara, I am falling for you, and no matter how much either of us don't wish it to happen, it is. We cannot stop love." he spoke.

"Love? You actually believe you will love me? I am nothing compared to you. You are so very perfect, and I am nothing. To be completely honest, I hate falling for you. Only because of that reason, you won't love me. I had made a vow to myself that I wouldn't fall for you. We are two different people, and I have broken that vow to myself. It is as if I have been standing on a cliff for a long while, each time telling myself I wouldn't fall for you, and taking a step back. However each time seeing you, I would step a little closer to the edge. And that kiss, well I must have jumped, because I'm falling, but I don't think you will catch me when I reach the bottom." She spoke quietly, with watery eyes, she wanted so badly to love him, so badly to fall for him too, but she felt she couldn't.

"Cara, I can do better than catch you when you reach the bottom, instead we can fall together. I will love you, and I know this because you are perfect to me in the ways I am perfect to you. You have changed something in me that no one else has, you have warmed my heart, something I have not allowed anyone to do before." He whispered, then took her trembling hand, placing it to his heart.

"And someday, this beating heart will be beating for you, as you hold it in the palm of your hands." He spoke. She couldn't help but stare into his eyes, he was so romantic, in a way that just made her want to kiss him over and over again, until her last dying breath.

"I want to fall for you, and one day I want to love you. But I'm so afraid." She spoke, her voice trembling, and a tear escaping her eye. He lent down and kissed it away.

"Then we can be afraid together. Don't you see? We were set upon earth to find each other, because Cara, if I had never met you, I would still be terrified to go to sleep, still hate to get up in the morning, still be alone.. But with you, it is as if a light, at the end if the long dark hallway I have been walking, is soon taking over, because now, I want to go to sleep, but only if you are resting in my arms. I want to wake up in the morning, but only if you were to greet me. I want to be engulfed in that light, only if you are there waiting for me. I don't want to be alone anymore, Cara. Don't make me be alone." He spoke, searching her eyes, bringing his hand up and resting it softly on her cheek, and gently caressing. She was now crying, his words were being spoke straight into her heart. She didn't want him to be alone again. She would be okay with falling, only if he was there holding her hand falling with her as he had spoken. She brought her hand to his cheek as well, slowly rubbing her thumb across his cheek bone.

"I won't let you be alone anymore. I will fall with you. I will love you." She spoke in a whisper, as he dropped his hands to her waist and pulled her close. Resting his forehead against hers.

"So, how many children do you want?" He asked. She looked to him shocked. Firstly, at the sudden change of subject, and secondly, because he was so forward.

"I'm only kidding, Cara. It was a joke." He spoke again, with a laugh. She shook her head and laughed.

"Just kiss me stupid!" She said with a smirk, and with that he again pressed his lips to hers, with a passion that burned. A passion that could only be shared by an imperfect woman, and an imperfect man, that made a perfect pair, despite their many differences.

As they lay in his bed, she cuddled into him, his arms wrapped tightly around her.

"I quite like this way of falling asleep." He spoke, his eyes closing.

"As do I." She whispered into the darkness. His finger gently began twisting a lock of her dark brunette hair around it. She smiled.

She rested her head on his chest, and listened to the beating of his heart as she slowly drifted off to sleep.

The next morning she had awoke, only to find herself alone in his bed. She had wanted to wake up next to him in the morning, however he had other plans.

Once she had gotten ready she went down the long stairway to the first floor, and into the dining room. Only to find that Nicolas was no where to be found.

"Miss. Drake, have you seen Master Knight?" Questioned Alfred, a member of the staff.

"I'm sorry! Alfred, so it seems I have not. Shall I find him?" She asked.

"Well, yes, do so please, and when you do tell him breakfast is ready." He spoke. She smiled to him.

"Will do, Alfred." She said as she walked the staircase once more. She thought that maybe, he had work to do, and that she would find him in his leather, chocolate colored, desk chair in his office. She approached the dark wooden door and knocked lightly before entering. Once she had opened the door she had indeed found him, but a him that did not look like him. He looked stressed. His hair was not neat. Instead, it was messy and looked as though again, he had ran his fingers through it multiple times. He wore his grey suit and a black button up shirt that fit his body well when he was not wearing a jacket, and again, his reading glasses hanging low on his nose. She had also come to realize that he had not shaved. He looked so tired, even though she was sure he had slept through the night. His eyes glanced up at her from his writing, his dazzling bright blue eyes now dull.

"How can the best of nights turn into the worst of days, Miss. Drake?" He asked. Her expression saddened, she did not like seeing him this way, he was so different than before. She walked over to him and knelt at his side.

"What is wrong, Nicolas?" She spoke trying to make eye contact, however he would not. In that moment she realized how frustrating it must have been for him when she had done the same.

"Look at me." She spoke. With that, he set his pen down and took off his reading glasses, setting them next to the pen on his desk, and turned to look at her.

"What is wrong?" She asked again, searching his dull eyes with hers.

"Everything, cara mia. Everything." He spoke. It angered her that he would say such a thing, because indeed not everything was wrong. She brought her hand to his cheek, and softly caressed her thumb against it.

"Please tell me." She whispered.

"There is nothing to tell, there is no need for you to worry." He spoke.

"Damn it, Nicolas! I do need to worry! Because you are not you! Your eyes are not bright, your words are with no passion! I need to worry because something is wrong, I need to worry because you are worried! Nicolas, tell me. What is bothering you?" She said looking into his eyes.

"My family is coming to my home in two days time, and darling, I cannot look at my parents, for I have not seen them in four years, they are the ones who ruined me! They ruined me.." He spoke in a quiet voice almost coming to an understanding of what he had just said. 'They ruined me.' She looked at him with loving eyes.

"My dearest Nicolas, you no longer have to hate them for leaving you alone anymore, because you are not alone, I am here for you now. You are not ruined, and even if you believe you are, just remember that everything broken can be fixed. I am here to do that. I will attend as your girlfriend. And you will not be alone with your family." She spoke, and with those words said his eyes lit slightly.

"I know you will. I know." He spoke with a half smirk. He stood up in front of her and grabbed her hand to help her up also, and when she did he pulled her body to his. Even when they had kissed they had never been so close before. She blushed at the thought, but still remained to look into his eyes. He laughed a simple laugh.

"Oh cara, you continue to amuse me." He spoke with a smirk as he lent down and pressed his lips to hers.