Cain's POV:
Watching her smile and walk past that open door made my imagination run wild. I had been wondering about the dark space between us all night waiting for her to open those beautiful eyes. I leaned against the door frame with my eyes fixed on her like a starving lion who has just spotted movement but hasn't yet laid eyes on his prize. Starting, feverishly watching, ready to pounce at the next sign of movement. I could instantly tell, she was nervous and it made her even more beautiful. Her hair so perfectly in front of her face as she stood there facing the shower breathing deeply. Her posture straightened. She began untying the drawstrings to her pajama shorts. She fumble with the strings for a few moments and whispered "damn it" before one string released itself from the other. My position went from leaning to standing at complete attention. Folding my arms and tilting my head to one side, I realize, I've never hated being dead more than I do right now. Her shorts slid down her legs and she ran her thumbs along the inside waistline of her panties. I took a slow step towards her, placing myself right behind her I immediately feel my abilities begin scrambling around trying to make sense of what was happening, like ant: who just had a rock dropped on their anthill. I'm looking down at the small of her back as she arches to remove her top. I feel my warmth flickering inside me as my eyes catch her light cotton top float to the floor. She turns her head to one side and I can see her bare breast rise and fall with each wanting breath. I close my eyes and whisper "I love you" in her ear. When I open my eyes she's facing me, the color drained from her skin as if she had just seen a ghost. My eyes scan her face searching for an explanation. Then I realized, she's looking directly at me. Her eyes aren't wavering, they're still and fixed. I stumble backward while remaining stuck in her gaze.
"Cain!" She gasps in total shock while I stand there studying her movements, looking for understanding.
"What's happening?!" She asked sounding winded.
"I have no idea!" I say catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Standing next to her I'm no longer dull in color, I'm actually here with her! She reaches her arms out and steps forward to hold me. Oh my god, I can't wait to feel her skin outside of a dream. As soon as I hold my arms out to catch her, I see my reflection in the mirror start to fade out, first as a dissipating fog, then nothing at all. F**K!! My heart shatters as I see Nora fall to the ground where I'm standing. But I.cant.hold.her!!! She looks up confused and grasping at the air in front of her. And then to my absolute horror, she covers her face with her hands and begins to cry. I drop down and hold her.
"no no, baby please don't cry, I'm here, I'm right here" I whisper in her ear hoping against hope that she'd feel me and I would ease her pain. She sobs into her hands and whispers so faintly but I can hear her clearly say
"I don't know if I can do this."
What have I done? I came into her life like a tsunami, tearing down walls that probably should have stayed firmly in place. Should I walk out of her life and allow her to live it, without me in it? God, if thinking about it crushed me, what will it be like if I actually have to do it!? I keep her surrounded by my nothingness that is me. It's the only thing I can do. I've never felt so helpless. I won't leave her like this. I'll stay till I know she's going to be ok. Then I'll walk out of her life just as fast I entered it. A few moments pass and she starts to collect herself. Wiping her hair from her face she sniffles and rises from her knees. The sound of the shower still running reminds me of just a few minutes ago, before she realized how hard this would be. I walk back towards the door and away from my every and only source of happiness.