Arashi sat in the hospital waiting room, arms crossed, legs crossed, looking at nothing in particular. It was a comfortable room, as far as hospital waiting rooms go, and it held a sense of familiarity to it, like she had been there before, only some things were a little off. She put this aside and continued her stoic stare. Her own thoughts soon enveloped her so much so that she did not notice the ticking of the clock on the wall, did not notice th elight patter of rain on the roof, did not notice the tall man that approached her.
The man gave a curious smile before saying, "Thinking about me again, hmm?"
He was trying to startle her, and although she showed no outward appearance of it, they both knew he had succeeded. She disliked it when people caught her off-guard like that, especially when this particular man caught her off-guard like that.
He always caught her off-guard.
As he sat down next to her on the vinyl loveseat, she replied wryly, "I wouldn't want to spoil my mind with such thoughts."
He stuck his bottom lip out in a mock pout. "I'm hurt." When she made no reply, he leaned against the back of the loveseat, laced his fingers together, and placed his hands behind his head. He sat and watched her. He took note of how she was sitting, positioned just enough to be turned away from him but still be able to see him out of the corner of her eye. If she turned her head just an increment to the right, she could see him easily without starining her eyes. They both knew the other realized this. He watched as she uncrossed her arms and let her hands rest in her lap. He saw the slight tremor in those hands and longed to hold them, to still them. He wanted to hold her hand in his own...
...so he did.
She immediately looked at him, questioning, warning.
He held her hand in his, her delicate, beautiful hand dwarfed by his own masculine yet gentle one. "Your hand... it's cold."
Removing her hand from his grasp, she turned her head away and replied, "Yes."
He took both of her hands this time and held them against his chest. "I... I don't want you to be cold."
As she looked at him, she saw such a passion in his eyes... all at once she saw the love and desire that he had kept suppressed for so long shine in his eyes, and she let his passion engulf her, let his warmth flow through her, and as he leaned in towards her, she...
...woke up, shivering.
She was cold...
She was always cold.