It's Not Over

Not for me, and certainly not for him.

I narrowed my eyes, not that he could really see them behind my visor. His fluorescent eyes widened in fear as he glanced at me; almost as immediately as he did, he sped off, and I felt that familiar chill that all ghosts possessed.

I straightened up, letting him go for now. My God, I was tired. So incredibly tired that I almost felt like I could just collapse and fall asleep on the ground I was standing on.

It's funny, really, how I thought about that almost as soon as I followed through with it. I was consciously aware of my staggering legs, my haphazard breathing and my falling body. Next thing I knew, I was landing on the ground and I was thinking to myself Wow, I think I'm about to faint.

Although, I'd have to admit, it was nice opening my eyes and seeing two blue sapphires above me, filled with concern and worry, framed by a mass of messy, raven locks.

It was also nice to have him lean over me, wrap his arms around me as if protecting me from the world. In my half-conscious state, I was so tempted to just grab his face and pull him down, pull him down and kiss him half to death.

But something stopped me. I can't tell if it was because I was half-conscious, or some kind of self control kicked in, or what. I didn't even stop to think if he would wonder why exactly he found me beaten up around the corner.

Right before he turned away, I could have sworn I saw a flicker of bright green in his eyes, and a flash of white in his hair, before it was gone.

But it may just be the concussion talking.

Yes, I am still a DxV fan.