After coming back to earth and changing clothes, grim was now standing at the door of the library, seeing the little fawn from distance. When he saw the girl standing on the stool, putting books on the top shelves, he felt something he had never felt. The face of the girl was glowing under the sun rays making contact with her skin by entering through the window in the top left corner of the room. Sun was lucky. Lucky enough to caress her fragile face with its rays. It could burn her face but it was allowed to touch her. Why?
Fate?
Sun was created with a better fate than him? What was even going on in grim's mind? He didn't come here right away after changing his clothes. He laid on the bed, facing the ceiling of the room, thinking about...nothing. His mind was empty. There were thoughts trying to push their way into his brain but he forced them out. At that moment, he didn't want to think about anything. When the sun started setting down the horizon, he drove to her.
She was right there but too far for him to touch.
He quietly walked towards her.
She was right there standing in the range of his sight but too far for him to hold.
A Forbidden Fruit.
Right before his eyes but was forbidden to be touched by him. He could touch her but the way he wanted to touch her was forbidden. He thought his body had craved sex but seeing the little fawn he started having a mixed state of feelings, uneasiness and comfort.
Seeing her too far from him made him feel uneasy in the cheat but having her to be held by his sight was a comfort to him. A forbidden fruit only on display to the sight but restricted to hold.
What was happening to him? He didn't even know himself. He was angry in the realm of skies because of the spirit of air commanding him. His needs were alleviated after having sex with the goddess but his anger remained the same. When he saw the little fawn, the anger got replaced by those mixed feelings. How did the little fawn become a conditioner to fan away the anger running in his veins? A mortal calming down his nerves? That was bullshit. His brain must have everything messed up in there. He had got the power to do everything and he would. He was a distinct immortal with extraordinary strengths and stupendous features. He only needed to figure out those feelings first.
Until then, he needed to keep himself together.
Ellen stepped down off the stool. It was all done. She had finished putting all the books, from yesterday and today too, of those readers who had left the library, on the shelves. She grabbed her bag from the chair and turned around to inform Mrs. Benson that she was leaving before five o' lock because she had finished her work when she saw grim standing a few feet away from her.
The split second she looked at him into his eyes, grim felt a wave, an anonymous wave running to his spine. His hands that were rolled into balls because of the mysterious and weird feeling residing in his brain subconsciously loosen.
'You need to figure out this damn thing happening inside my body, right? Let's do it then ', voicing out to his mind, he raised his feet in the air back to back. Grabbing her wrist, he started dragging her towards the exit door.
"You lunatic! What the hell is your problem! Let go of me!", the little fawn wiggled in his tight grip, tried to free herself but who was she kidding to? It was impossible for her to get out of that strong grasp.
"Let me at least inform my boss you a*shole!", once they were out and grim had put her, let's rephrase, shoved her body into the car, she realized that she hadn't informed her boss that she was leaving and if there was something else she wanted her to do as well as if she was eager to finish her homework before entering hell.
She didn't fear grim though. Yes, the boy was the biggest thick head, flirt, an ignorant motoric, might as well add dumba*s of a human, but Ellen never perceived him as someone who could harm her. Was the girl really poor at judging people? She had these thoughts about a grim reaper who was ordered to take her so dear life. Howbeit, nobody had seen what was written in their stars.
Grim stopped the car on the seashore. It was the same seaside where he had followed the little fawn. By the time they reached there, the sun had disappeared on the horizon. Regardless, it was still bright out there. He got out of the car after ordering the girl to follow him. She did as she was told. When they were near the water, grim sat on the sand while Ellen was standing behind him.
"If your legs allow, you can stand until it's dark with all your might", closing his eyes, he put his palms on the sand to support his body and spread out his legs. Ellen blinked at the boy. It felt familiar. Exactly like the day when she and grim spent the time feeling the beauty.
One admired the beauty of nature and one adored the beauty of creation.
When Ellen could stroll back to her feet and watch a movie while eating popcorns on her couch, she sat beside him. She loved the place and the stability of the place had always lifted her mood. She just couldn't understand what grim meant by dark? Would he leave once it was dark? She shrugged off those thoughts and looked at the vast sky painted in hues of orange and pink after the sunset. She closed her eyes to the chirping of birds flying above the blue water.
Keeping the silent climate between them, both didn't produce any sound. To an observer, they would look like a couple enjoying the warm beige sandy beach after the sun had set. Both were breathing the same air, sitting under the same portion of the sky, with the same composure, however, their brains had different thoughts playing.
Ellen was thinking about how her life had changed throughout all those years without her parents and grim, he was impatiently waiting for the dark to take over the brightly lit place. He had remembered how nonchalantly words slipped out of his tongue when he was here with the little fawn last time. She asked him to confirm the elegance and attractiveness of the place and to his surprise he confirmed it. He confirmed the elegance of the scene that was held captivated by his eyes.
It was the first time when he spoke something without the permission of his brain. That was what he inferred after going back to the apartment. Those words weren't transformed by his brain. Certainly, it was his brain but that time it felt different. As if...as if it was his heart who commanded the brain to send the signals for those words to be out of his tongue.
Strange? He was also not sure of what all that was and the sensation he was having inside his body. After that catastrophe, the only emotion he ever had was gone. He had become void of emotions centuries ago.
To understand the recently aroused feeling in his body, he had brought the little fawn there. He needed to find out if it was the place and a certain time of the day holding mystic aptitudes that made his brain said something out of his character. He wanted to check if he would still voice the words out of his personality. But this time it wasn't only going to be his words but actions.
Soon the sky was hosting a party for millions of little stars and the biggest one as well, the moon.
"Say something", finally grim's wait was over. He opened his eyes and faced the little fawn who was writing something on the sand with her finger.
"Huh?", stopping her fingers motion, Ellen looked in his direction with the dumbest expressions blended in her voice.
"You have hearing problem? Just ask me about something", the train was on the track. Up until now, he had his natural attitude.
"How many siblings do you have?", grim felt like facepalming himself at the question the little fawn asked him. He wanted to dive deep into the ocean and come to the surface when the anger had cooled down. Out of all the things in the universe, how could she ask him about his family that he never really had? He certainly was out of this earth but the little fawn...she was out of the universe!
"Say something similar to the last time", controlling his overflowing anger he plainly stated in a serious tone.
"What last time?", the girl questioned again. He swore if it weren't for him to figure out the things he was feeling, he would have flown off the place, dumping the little fawn on the beach at this time alone.
"The last time when I and you were here", he couldn't be any more clear. How could the girl be this clueless? Was she testing his patience? If she was, she was needed to better stop before he would erupt like a volcano.
"Are you nuts? How could I remember what I said to you weeks ago", Ellen thought back to the day but the conversation she had with grim couldn't be recalled back since all of the conversations they had were more of grim being senseless thickhead.
The last straw of patience he was holding slipped out of his hand.
"Like playing with me, little fawn?", in a swift motion he was in front of the girl. He slightly pushed her shoulder. She lost the balance and her back laid over the sand, her hair sprawled behind her head.
Ellen was definitely lying to him. When he clearly remembered what she said, how could it be possible that she didn't remember her own words? Well, what happened was not any different to the girl. She had come to the place many times. Although it was also the first time when there was someone else sitting beside her, it didn't matter to her. She was still lost in the stillness of the sky.
Meantime, grim was sure of one thing, it wasn't of the place. Everything was the same as that day. Sea waves glistening under the brilliant moonlight were hitting the shore in the same rhythmic manner. The sound of waves also sounded the same to ears. None of his said words or actions looked unmatched to his personality either.
Now there he was in between Ellen's legs, laying on the top of her, his arms on her either side to keep his body at distance from touching the girl's.
If it wasn't of the place, was it the little fawn messing up with his head?
He didn't feel the same wave rushing down his body, but when he looked into her eyes, without conscious thought, his head leaned closer to the girl. Every time he was in this proximity with her, he felt like devouring the girl whole. All those times he had wanted to taste her however this time it wasn't those lips his mind was pushing him towards.
But the scent.
Ellen's shirt was pulled to a side, a part of of neck exposed to the moist air of the beach. Grim had never been this close to her, like this. And what he did this time was far from his lustful needs.
He lifted one arm and opened the first two buttons of her shirt using his fingers. Pulling the shirt off her right shoulder, he leaned forward.
He couldn't stop himself. As if he was drowning deep in an ocean. Unlike the drowning man who would thrash around in the water, struggle to make it up to the surface, he didn't. Because there was a pearl, in the depths of the dark ocean a pearl sparkling inside a shell that he wanted to touch. For now, he only wanted to touch the pearl so he let himself drown. The gravity of the ocean bed kept pulling him down.
Down and down until he finally got to touch the precious gem.
Down and down until he had his face sank deep in the neck of the little fawn.