The Defiance novel

---- Chapter 8: Those Times Alice's POV Morning came. Or so I thought. It was still dark in my room wherein at the normal days I would open my eyes on the bright sight of my window which is having a morning chat with the warmth of the sun. But this time. I woke up earlier than my usual waking hour. I stared up at the ceiling thinking about my dream. Usually, people stay awake after a nightmare, leaving them terrified .

But this time, I stayed awake because I was thinking of a beautiful dream that left me with a pleasant feeling that almost brought me to ease yet it was painful. Sometimes, it is easier to forget a person you used to love than the feeling and memory you both shared. I saw his smiling face. I heard those sweet words. I dreamt of him. And it was painful. Iused to ask myself how other people move on from a feeling that has never ended. A relationship without a closure.

A feeling that made you feel not enough. I could feel myself silently sobbing. Tears kept falling hot across my face. It was never a good sensation to have. It was too confusing to long for those pasts that ---- can never be brought back again and hated to remember them at the same time. Iclosed my eyes. I've wanted to go back to sleep again and wished that it would be a dreamless sleep but every time I try thinking of something else, all I could see was his face.

His eyes that was full of emotions before. I've always ended up with his memories even I tried chasing them away as far as I could. Why can't he just leave me alone? I was fine. I was fine without him. I needed him to come back, yes, but that was before. That was when everything was freshly wounded but not anymore. With a heavy sigh, I wiped my tears and lifted my body away from the mattress .1 should keep myself busy.

I really never wanted to go back to that office where I could probably see him. He was tormenting me in many ways. I was denying it to myself but I was truly affected by his presence. Who wouldn't? He came back like nothing of a big deal happened when he just left. No reasons but just because he just got tired of I don't know what. Before I knew, I was inside the bathroom. It was like my body has a mind of its own and just do whatever was needed to do ona daily routine.

I didn't mind turning the shower a little warm; I didn't mind the coldness of the water when it hit my skin. I still had my clothes on. It was sticking on my skin making it a ---- lot colder. But it was fine. I was fine. Ineeded to be fine. Flashback "T like watching romantic movies", I heard him murmur while we were slouching on the couch of his apartment watching The Longest Ride.

We've been watching romantic movies every time we got the chance to stay indoors and the weather tells us to be lazy all day. I smiled. I was never sure if he was just throwing another joke when his face was as impassive as ever or he was just serious given the fact that we've been doing this for a long period of time now. And he was just so attentive and observant about everything on each scene. "Hmm..", was all I could say.

I felt him move a little since I was almost leaning half of my body on his. I turned to look at him. His hand was supporting his head as his elbow rested against the arm of the sofa. "You still don't believe me", he looked a little annoyed. "It's not that. It's just so hard to believe for a man to love romantic movies. I mean I've never heard you say you love action movies. Our classmates like Mark say that often", I turned my attention back at the scene on the monitor.