Remembrance

Chapter 6: Awoken

Chapter Six: Awoken

The man and I sat across from each other, Laurance out on duty for a few hours. Ever since the attack he hasn't slept; and I haven't been allowed to leave the guard station. The man's kept me company, mostly just having a sitting buddy at the table.

The tower across town chimed, signaling the coming of the eleven o'clock hour. It was dark and staying awake was starting to become more difficult. The man whistled quietly, messing with a couple of the pens on the table.

I looked away from the door, looking over at him. He didn't notice, him continuing to whistle.

I softly tilted my head, listening. I leaned my chin against my palm, looking down at the table, lightly flicking at the journal. I was scared to read it. I wanted it to make things clearer, but I felt like I would have even more questions. I softly bit my lip, looking back at the man.

He was looking up at me, his whistle starting to fade off. He had his bandana around his neck, his eyes looking at my face.

"Yes?" I softly asked, looking over my shoulder to see if he was looking at something behind me.

"You were staring at me before...?" He rose a brow, "Did the whistling bug you? I'll stop if it did. I don't want to impede on your comfort zone."

I bit my lip, turning back around, "Um..."

He looked at me quietly, waiting for an answer.

"It wasn't bugging me, just... I don't know. Familiar?" I said, "Anyway- it's nothing." I turned it away from the conversation. I picked at the book again.

He went quiet, looking over at the far corner, looking out the window.

"He's taking some time tonight, isn't he..."? He said, looking back over.

I shrugged softly, "He's been busy... I don't know what he's up to?"

He rose a brow, "He's normally back now until two so he can relax...." He pointed out.

"It's normally midnight, isn't it?" I asked.

"No... it's eleven..." He spoke. He watched my face, making me frown at him.

"I'm not in charge of him... He's a man. He can take care of himself." I said, crossing my arms.

He rolled his eyes quietly, "If you guys act so close, wouldn't you be a little concerned about his whereabouts when he sticks to a schedule?"

I glared at him, "He isn't always back at eleven! He comes back every night around-" I stopped, before shaking my head, "-y-yeah well! I'm... not supposed to leave here!" I looked away.

"Why are you so offended by that? I'm just saying..." He said softly before the sound of a chair scraping across the floor made me turn around.

"Where are you going then?" I asked, looking up at him.

"I'm gonna go check on him. Something just... doesn't feel right." He said as he grabbed his vest.

I looked at him quietly, looking away when he looked my direction.

"You should get some rest... We don't know if anything's going to happen and I'd rather you're also ready for anything." He looked back over as I looked up.