Thomas opened the door and left. The door shut behind him with a small click from the lock. You hung your head lower as you heard his heavy footsteps grow softer and softer.

Tears had already began to flow as you buried your head further into your hands. You just wanted to leave. For everything to go back to normal. It was too late. You had made your choice and now you had to live with it.

You looked out the window at black sky. It was clear and the stars were out, popping up wherever they liked. You calmed down as you looked out. You stood up and cruised the room to the rocking chair. You say down quietly and began to rock.

The chair was old and worn, yet it was very comfortable. As you rocked you continued to look out among the sky. The moon shone through the window and onto your face. You longed to be out there with them.

The longer you watched them the more you began to think. 'I made my choice...I have to live with that now. Ugh! Why didn't he just kill me when he had the chance?! Why am I alive right now?! Huh?! Tell me!'

Your tears started to make there way to your eyes as you grasped your head again.

'Calm down, calm down, calm down.....'

Your breathing slowed as you let go of your head, letting your shoulders slump. Just hours ago you had been on your way to pick up b/n. Now you stuck in a house with a family because one of them felt the need to keep you around.

You slowly picked your head up as you turned to look out the window again. 'Why did he keep me alive? Is there something he finds interesting?' You let your thoughts wander as you stared at the sky. You soon lost yourself in your own thoughts. Deep enough that you didn't hear him enter.

'He kept watching me...'

The footsteps in the hall grew closer.

'...every movement...'

They stopped and the door knob turned.

'...every word...'

It slowly creaked open.

'In the feild...'

He stepped in, shutting the door behind him.

'In the basement...'

He stopped before walking over to you.

'At dinner...'

He was close enough to touch you.

'Before he left...'

He reached out.

'Wha-'

He touched the side of your face.

You snapped out of your trace as he touched you. You gave a small jump as you snapped your head to the side, stopping dead as you met him eye to eye. He was crouched down at the side of the chair looking at you like a small child fascinated by something so inconvenient.

How long had he been there? Hell, how long had you been sitting there? You just stared at him, following his eyes as he inspected you. He never moved or did anything. He just stared. He knew you had been lost in space, otherwise you would have heard him come in.

He wanted to know what you had been thinking about that had made you so oblivious to your surroundings. Was it the situation she was in? Her life? Her brother? Or was it him?

Your eyes widened as his narrowed. Was he the one thinking now? If so, what about? Something told you he was thinking about you. 'Should I say something to him?'

You took a deep breath.

"Thomas?"

His head shot up.

"Is that your name? Thomas?"

He hesitated before slowly nodding at you.

You nodded back to him. 'Thomas...huh.'

"Why am I here?"

He glanced at the ground before he pointed to himself then to the floor.

"You brought me here."

He nodded again.

"Why?"

This time he just looked at the floor and shrugged. You tilted your head at him, were you supposed to ask that? Or didn't he just have an answer?

You watched him as he looked at the back of your leg. He reached out and traced the stitches. You gave a small hiss and tensed up. He looked up and pulled his hand back.

"It's okay. Just sore. That's all."

You paused.

"Did...did you do that?"

He grunted this time.

"Thank you...Thomas..."

As he grunted again you glanced out the window.

Thomas looked around the room. Why wasn't she in bed? It was getting pretty late and she was still up. Maybe she couldn't sleep or maybe she just didn't want to yet. Either way she was still up. Could he make he go? Well. Obviously he could make her go but what if she let him stay with her?

Thomas reached up and grabbed her arm. As she turned to him he jerked his head to the bed. She looked at him for a moment. He jerked his head giving her arm a small tug. Finally understanding she shook her head.

"Thomas...no, I...I'm not tired."

He grunted and gave her arm another tug.

"Thomas...no."

He growled, narrowing his eyes. He stood up still holding your arm. He had pretty much pulled you up with him. He held you arm above your head, as he looked down at you. You had no idea about what to do next. His hard eyes softened as he slowly let go of your arm. You pulled back from him and took a step back.

Thomas shook his head before walking over to the bed and sitting down. You held your wrist as you watched him. He stared at the ground before looking up at you and then looking back to the ground. 'What is he doing?'

You took a cautious step forward. His eyes never the ground. You carefully worked your way over to the bed before slowly sitting down besides him. He didn't look up.

"...Thomas?"

What did he want? Did he want to lay with you or something?

"Do you wanna go to bed or...?"

He remained silent before giving a small grunt. Was that a yes or a no? You slowly nodded before reaching down to your boots. You slowly pulled them off before hesitating.

You watched him as he reached behind his back, untieing his apron and pulling it over his head. As he did this some of his dark hair fell, covering the side of his face. He leaned down, taking off his boots before sitting up. He looked over to you and nodded.

You nodded back as you began to climb to the one side of the bed. Pulling the blankets up, you laid down with your back to him. You could feel his weight as he laid down on the other side, also pulling his part of the blanket up. It felt like forever until you fell asleep.