Waking up was never my favorite part of a day. My eyes would always take forever to focus and I wouldn't want to remove myself from the warm, worn blanket. But this time it wasn't just a blanket I'd have to remove myself from. Sometime in the night, either I had leaned on him or he had pulled me to him. I was going to go with the first one. But, either way, his head was resting on top of mine and I didn't want to move and wake him up.
I noticed he was sleeping as well when my eyes focused and I finally got a good look of his face. His lips were parted ever so slightly and he didn't look as stressed as he usually did. I got this sudden, small urge to kiss those lips.
Wait. What?
My face became bright red at my thought. I practically shoved the thought off a cliff, but not before setting fire to it. It was a crazy and utterly stupid idea. That could blow my cover. It could have us both pushed off the ship.
I felt him shifting, heard him sigh in his sleep, then all was silent. Until I was shoved to my side and heard the thunk of a knife in wood. I looked over at the steel blade not inches from my nose then to the other breathing heavily then closing his eyes. Shakily, I took the knife out of the wood and gritted my teeth. He could've killed me. He almost did.
It was about a minute before I found my voice. "What the hell was that for?!"
"I...You scared me!" He glared at me, as if all this were my fault.
"I scared you? Last I checked, you were the one throwing knives-" I held it up and shook it at him, "-around here!"
He kept quiet for a few seconds then swiped the knife from my hand, putting it back where he pulled it from. "Look, I thought you wvere someone else. I'm sorry."
I scoffed. "Yeah, and who the hell else would be sleeping up here? Let alone, leaning on you? Because I'm pretty sure I'm the only 'gal' on this Godforsaken ship." I whispered the last part, not sure if anyone would be able to hear on the deck below.
"Oh, so you're changin' your vwiewvs on your so-called escape, huh?" He scowled.
I snapped my mouth shut and glared at him for the longest time. Maybe all my anger could push him over the side and into the ocean. He didn't understand. "You try doing what I did. Then come talk to me. Until you understand, don't speak to me or touch me. And no, I'm not changing my views. Just saying what everyone on this ship has thought sometime or another." And with that, I went down the rope, thinking more and more that he was right. This ship wasn't the escape I was looking for.
