LAURA
"...for the ending they lack of their disunity.'" finishes Sawyer, as I write down the poem. I look at the paper, so intrigued by Cynthia Lark's writing. Still can't believe you harm more than one person while sitting in the Chair. "You really think that would help us?"
"It could," I say, pocketing the paper. I put my hand on her cheek, looking at her injuries. "You gonna be okay?"
Sawyer nods, looking exhausted. I take my hand off her, and stand up.
"You should really get some sleep, Bean," I say. "You haven't been able to sleep in days."
She sulks.
"I don't want to sleep... I want my friends..." she sighs. I push her hair back.
"I know it's hard. But you need sleep. We'll work harder later." I say. Sawyer stares at me, but nods.
"Good night." she says, lying back, putting the covers over her.
"Night." I say. I get up from the bed, and walk over to the bedroom. I walk in, seeing Aaron sitting on the floor. He looks up at me, smiling.
"Hey." he says.
"Hey, we're making progress." I say holding up the paper. I hand it to him and he reads it.
"Where'd you get this from?" he asks.
"Cynthia Lark wrote poems about what she saw in the future. This could help us." I say, lying back on the bed. He looks back up at me, smiling. I smile back down at him.
"Hey you know it's... really nice to hear from someone who lost someone to cancer." he says. I look at him, surprised by the random comment. I sit up, smiling.
"Oh. Yeah. I'm glad you shared." I say, nodding. Aaron nods.
"You know, you haven't shared your story." he says. I stare at him, and look away, going silent. I sigh through my nose, pushing my hair back. Aaron then hops up on the bed with me sitting next me.
I briefly smile, taking a deep breath.
"My mom got cancer when I was fourteen. It was really bad, and died only four months after her diagnosis. I had three younger siblings at the time, who were as devastated as my dad. So... not long after my dad remarried to another woman. And she already had three kids. Then, she and my dad had twins. And then the next thing I knew, I had eight younger siblings," I explain. He listens closely with soft eyes. "Since my dad was always at work, and my stepmom was always passed out drunk in her bed, I was just always the one to take care of them."
"Oh..." says Aaron bashfully.
"Yeah..." I smile. "Seriously though, I helped them get dressed, I drove them to school, I cooked their meals, even cut their hair... and then I would just... tuck them into bed at the end of the day. That's when I knew I wanted to be a mother."
Aaron smiles.
"But also growing up, I knew I wanted to work with the amazing, powerful children born in 2042. So when college came around, I went into training, and got into the top of my class just like that. Then apparently since I was so skilled, I was selected to train the most powerful Child of 42 ever known. And I wouldn't trade her for the world. Not only was she my student, but she's the closest thing I have to a daughter. I'm grateful to have Sawyer in my life... because doctors have told me I have a ten percent chance of ever getting pregnant..."
Aaron looks at me sympathetically. I look at him, realizing I've started to cry. I start laughing, brushing away the tears.
"Jesus, I'm sorry." I say smiling, getting up from the bed. Aaron gets up in front of me.
"No, no no. It's okay." he says, smiling back. I look back at him, standing fairly close to him. I stop smiling, getting quite emotional.
"Um... it felt good to finally tell someone that..." I say, hugging my chest. "I've... never really told anyone that before."
"Well... To be honest, I've told people my story before... But when I told you..." he begins. He looks into my eyes, inching closer to me. "It felt like I was telling it all over again."
I look at him, never feeling like this before. I uncross my arms from my chest, to move even closer towards him. I was so hesitant before, but now I'm not.
I slowly put my hand on the back of his head, bringing his lips to mine. Neither of us seem surprised, because we've both wanted to do this for so long.
The kids could see through us. We're terrible at hiding our feelings... but now we don't have to hide them anymore.
He grabs my waist as he kisses me back. I never thought I'd fall in love again. Now I have.
He kisses me again, both of us going faster.
That's when Aaron picks me up from under my legs, and walks over to the bed. Wow... what a feeling. For eight straight months I've been clinging on the other side of the bridge, refusing to walk over it.
But too late... I'm already on the other side.
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An Outsider's Call
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