Romantic Scene...?

Lake

She remembered. The first time she saw him, she knew who he was. But he didn't. And that was fine. After all, they were in the present. Who they are now it's not what they were in their former life. 

But she still love him. It was from the person in the past or the one that was in front of her?

_What? - he asked.

Could he see that she love him? 

Could he notice how beautiful he was? How he had changed her? 

_ Nothing. 

If she had said that he would be in silence. And not listen what he felt about her would hurt her. 

He looked at her still siting with a book in front of him, open. His hand on the book marking the page. 

He was still looking for her. Using the silence to make her talk. 

She looked away to the window. Outside moonlight was reflected on the small lake in front of the house. She had the vision of he swimming there, alone, like he prefer. 

They were there for the last week and still he didn't mention the kiss between then. Or the fact that he didn't kill her in his first opportunity. Or why did he save her from drowning. Or why she was there.

_Alma - it was the first time he used her name. 

The water was so calm. She which she was as calm... 

She won't say anything. There was nothing to say. If she did say what she was feeling, she would be hurt. Hurt by his silence or the lack of feelings from him. He didn't even touch her. And that hurt. Like if she wasn't important to him. 

She heard when he return to the book. Not even a deep breath.

Maybe she shouldn't be there. With him. 

He move the page, still reading. 

She get up, without looking at him. 

She didn't know where she was going, but she needed to space, to breath. 

She was almost in the door of the library when he stoped her. 

His hand in her arm was a surprise. 

She closed her lips tightly. The silence wouldn't make her talk. Not that time. It was him who stoped her, so it was him who should talk. 

But he stay there, looking to her eyes as if he could see the struggle in her. 

She pulled her arm and walked away. 

He didn't say a thing. 

She spat:

_ Why do you stoped me if you don't say anything? - she keep talking while walking - Why? I feel... s***!

She was about to run, but his arm stopped her again. 

_ I also feel... But what I feel... I don't know - he said with his lips close to her right ear. 

His arms surround her body, her back in his chest, his heart beating fast and strong. 

_ I don't want you to go. Stay - he asked - please. At least to understand what I really feel. 

She stopped fighting. So he turned her over, to look at her, seeing that tears were in her eyes. 

_ I didn't want to hurt you - he said worried. 

_ You didn't - she garanteed - Not like that. 

_ Alma... I can't love you like you want. 

_ Being like this is enough - she get closer because he gave a step away. 

_ Until when? - well, she didn't realise how much stubborn he was. 

She smiled. Until they killed each other. But she couldn't say that. Every second with him would be a blessing. So she didn't told him the truth. 

_ Until we love each other. 

And that was the truth.