Game of Arrows

{For some reason, the one memory that Katie managed to hide away, to forget was the day that Daryl and her were together one more. It was as if she woke up one day and he was gone. He wasn´t at his side of the bed, the room didn´t smell like him no more, and there was nothign of him lying around. All she had was one picture that she still had. Hidden in one of the boxes that she kept under her bed. As cheesy as it was, she had never planned to forget him. And now, he was right infront of her. He made her cheeks change into a soft rosy colour, her eyes glitter, and her skin cover in goosebumps. Just from one look. And at that moment she knew, that she could not stay away again. For any reason. There would never be another him. His soul fit perfectly to hers and her heart belonged to him. It didn´t matter if he knew that or not. 

[Her words were like music to his ears; his own touch getting soften and tender, as he held her porcelain hand in his; his thumb gently brushing against her skin, in order to finally believe this was all happening. His whole being got lost in the depths of her green eyes, his feet struggling to keep balance, as she moved closer to his frame. He couldn't form any words, he allowed for his free hand to wrap around her small waist and pull her closer to him; his chest raising and falling rapidly against her own; his pale lips curling into a charming smirk. He felt not only protective of her, but completely obsessed with the way she felt against him, as if she was only his, forever more, and no one else could get in between.]

{Of course it was his place. That was what her heart was telling her all the way there. It hurt to look at him. so perfect as if no years had gone past. Though it was only a year he did not seem to have changed. His black hair, coal black eyes. Marbel skin. He was still the complete and utter perfection that she remembered. Thoguh out the year, she had wondered when would the memory of him would have started to disappear. When would his features in her mind would start to get blurry. But ever since the accident, ever of since becoming what she was. Her heart was beating wast. she wanted to reach out and touch him. his perfectly tailored suit, the skin that the fabrics hid. She blinked once, to step out of the moment of loss that she drifted into before nodding her head.}

[Living with the memory of her didn't give him justice. He sorted all their memories, all their feelings, all their stolen kisses and secret thoughts in a drawer, deep into his closet and never dared to open it again. Once her eyes locked on his, he knew everything he tried to hide would come back to him, flooding his mind so fast, he had to stop and take a deep breath just to regain his composure. She felt like a warm, summer breeze in the middle of December, and his hands were still freezing, form the cold blood running through his veins. Without her, he felt so cold, and so isolated, he couldn't handle going back  to who he was before her. His words came out barely above a whisper, matching her own tone now.]

{Katie had received the invatation though a friend. She said that this party was the palce to be and that anyone who was anyone was going to be there. It was true, New York had places like this, but it was hard to get into them. And now, Katie was always trying to find connections. For her art works. But this, somehow, this invitation seemed different to the others. There was no name on it, simply the adress and the time for attendance. Of course, the time for her to re think her decision was when she was already by the massive gate. The small blonde shook her head as she turned the card over in her herds for the millionth time. Something told her that she shouldn´t be there. Yet, Katie was there already. but as she looked up, ready to walk in, there he stood. The mad who replayed in her dreams every night. As if nothing had changed. In shock, Katie took a step back.}

[Daryl felt his jaw dropping, his lips parting in sheer surprise, as his eyes traveled from her own to the dress that wrapped around her curves perfectly, and her small hands upon the fabric. He took every inch of her in, observing her closely, barely even breathing. His chest rose up incredibly slowly, and his throat dried out too quickly but he couldn't take his eyes off Katie. Although his name rolled off her lips as a breathless whisper, he could hear it clear in his ear; her familiar voice easing through his senses, causing for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. Allowing for his tongue to caress his pale lips, he took a step closer to her, dark eyes piercing her blue ones.]