PeinKona

PeinKona.

Chapter 1

She slept soundly. Breathing heavily strands of her azure hair falling over her delicate features. Behind her sat Pein. His gaze trained on her face, still as serious and as solemn as ever. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed. Her pale skin as smooth as silk and bathed in moonlight. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to feel her warm skin under his hands, But what if she rejected him? He couldn’t cope with that. He was the one of the strongest and most emotionally detached men in the world, yet this woman made him feel small and weak. In this way she scared him, She had no idea of the power she had over his heart. She was nothing and yet everything to him, His work partner and yet his life. He watched her in silence for a few more minutes, before sighing and rising from his chair. He looked around the room, hardly focusing on anything. It was a large, dark room that was joined onto his own. The only light was from a small window next to the bed, which was large and white with a canopy to cover her. He studied her figure, which lay beneath the thin white sheet and longed to be near her and feel her breath on his skin. She stirred in her sleep and he crept swiftly and quietly from the room, into his own. He took one last look at her tantalizing figure and shut the door softly. He leant his back against the door and stared up at the ceiling. A million thoughts buzzing through his mind and every single one of them was about the woman on the other side of the door, who was completely oblivious to his crushing emotions. He always kept his cool around her and never let his unflappable mask of no emotion slip. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep, but he had to try. He ran his hands through his spiky, ginger hair and sloped lazily across the room to his bed. He turned and collapsed onto it, shutting his eyes. He suddenly realised how tired he really was and found he couldn’t move even an inch from where he lay. He rested for a moment or two until all thought left his head and he succumbed to sleep, a sleep haunted with dreams of the woman he yearned for and yet still could not have.

She heard the door close behind her and finally opened her sapphire eyes. She always stayed awake until Pein came in to watch her sleep. She loved to listen to his steady breathing as it soothed and calmed her. She was an uptight person, around everyone, but the person she could most trust in the world was Pein. She loved him more than life itself. She had no life without him. They spent every waking moment of everyday together and yet were so distant with each other. She sat up, silent tears sliding elegantly down her pale cheeks. She looked at the door from which he came and left each night and wondered what he would do if she was to walk through that door right now and express everything she felt for her childhood friend. Her partner. Her boss. Her love. Her idol. She wiped the tears from her face with defiance and stood up, creeping across the room towards the door in her silk nightdress that fell gracefully over her dainty build. She got to the door and straightened up to her full height, which only reached up to about Pein’s chin. She gripped the door knob, ready to burst in and tell him after years of biting her tongue and locking her longing for him deep in her heart. She took a deep breath and without a moments thought let her hand slip lamely from the door knob. She put a hand to her mouth as she let out a sob and she turned to traipse back to her bed. Every night. Every single night she tried and failed at this awakening of emotions. She slunk back into bed and sobbed into her sheets. Hoping that Pein hadn’t heard her desperate cries. She settled down into her pillow, her ragged breathing catching in her throat as her pillow took the bulk of her sorrows. She wished it was Pein, she longed for his shoulder to cry on, to show her weakness to. She didn’t bother trying to calm herself, she cried herself to sleep, just like every other long, lonely night of wasted dreams.