Fault Lines

Chapter 26 ~ Now

Chapter 26

May 30th - Now

Once I got up the top of the stairs, I found November walking through my room. My heart ached at the sight of my old room. I didn't realize how much I had missed it, and didn't think I was ever going to see it again for that fact.

November was holding one of my track trophies from my wall, using his fingers to identify what it was.

"That was from a few years ago, when I did track." I say, making him jump. I laugh and walk over to him.

"You scared me, I didn't even know you had walked in-- and I usually pick up on that." November says, placing the trophy gently back down on the wooden rack.

I stare awkwardly at him for a few seconds, and bite my lip. "Well, this is my room." I say, taking one look around and slowly remembering everything. It was almost as if it was untouched while I was gone, but at some point they had to have gone through stuff to try and find evidence-- but they did a good job on putting things back.

"We should probably bathe before bed." November points out, and I agreed. I didn't really want to sleep in the bedridden, horrible state I was probably in.

The sun was setting outside as I walked past my window, and I glanced outside. I took everything for granted back then, even the outdoors. I yearned to see the sun and the sky back in the cellar, and it felt so joyous to have it back. I lead November by the hand out into the hallway. I hear the door shut from downstairs, probably Derek leaving. A pang of guilt touched my heart again, but I shoved it away. We had already talked, and I would see him again soon.

The bathroom was right across my room, so we got in quickly. I flicked on the light and locked the door behind us. I had got so used to bathing around November, I didn't even think about the fact that I was showering with him in my own house. I shoved it away, though. We were inseparable, to be honest.

I pull out a couple towels and turn on the showery to full heat, drawing back the curtain slightly. Turning away from the shower, I strip quickly as goosebumps appear along my skin. November gets in before me with the help of my hand guiding him over the side.

Almost automatically, we both sit down-- facing each other directly. Since November was tall, his legs grazed my outer thighs. I squeezed my legs to my chest, covering my knees with my chin. We just stared at each other for a few minutes, taking in everything while steaming water pounded on our backs. I let my eyes wander over November's face, while I remembered everything that happened back in the cellar.

His hair curled by his ears, and his jaw was fixed as if he was thinking. His blue eyes were locked on my face, and I felt myself lose my breath. In the moment he looked so afraid-- and yet so strong, and he was the most beautiful being I had ever seen. November leaned forward slightly, droplets of water dripping off his nose and jaw.

I unconsciously bit my lip, and also leaned forward. Electricity bounced through my skin as our foreheads touched, and I lifted my hands to place them on his cheeks. My breaths come fast, and I lift my eyes to meet them with his. Swirls of blue filled his eyes, and they glowed in the light.

"I'm sorry." He finally whispers, breaking the silence. My fingertips grip the back of his neck.

"It's okay. Stop saying that." I say, pulling him closer.

"But I mean it," He stops himself and lifts my head, forcing the words through my brain. "I'm sorry."

"Then make it up to me." I whisper, my lips grazing his.

November's fingers squeeze into my back with enough force to probably break skin. My skin already burned from the hot water, so it only felt numb. We both close the rest of the space between us, lips crashing into each other. I run my hands through his damp thick hair, making it stick out in many places. November's hands slide down my back and grasp my hips, pulling me even closer.