Why was she trembling? Wasn't she frozen? Something was shaking, was it her heart? But hasn't her heart stopped? She couldn't breathe.



I love you.



I love you.



I love you.



His voice seemed to be playing like a broken record but she couldn't concentrate on it. His eyes, his eyes were embracing her, the pitch darkness in them was blinding. How can darkness be blinding? Isn't it blind itself? Then why was it that she couldn't see anything in that darkness except her own self.



He loved her?



Why?



Since when?



How?



Why her?



The questions took place of his echoing words but yet his confession kept ringing in her ears. It seemed to be whispering like a warm breeze in the background. But she could feel it through her every nerve.



"What?" In state of startle the word escaped her lips in a breath.



It was then she realized that it was him who was trembling under her

"Dean!"



The startled voice made him back off from the door line he was leaning on. He slowly straightens himself and looked over at the open door. Seeing Sara's mother always brought along a warm tightening in his chest. He adored the woman, mostly because she was so like Sara but a small part of him did love the woman who actually treated him like a son.



He gave her a side hug willingly enough, the smell of chocolate cake hit his nose making him smirk for it was such a sweet smell, quiet opposite to her daughter who had a dark, addicting scent.



She had seemed to grew older since the last time he saw her. The grey strikes in her hair were increasing and the smile lines have gotten more prominent. Yet, he knew she have been very strong just like Sara was.



"Why didn't you come inside last night?" The demand came in a scold but the twinkle in her eyes warmed him once again.



"

She slapped the hand away which was brushing fingers across her neck. Someone laughed silently, sending a rumbled through her chest and again the brushing started. She slapped the hand away and turned in her sleep, digging herself further into the warm bed.



Bed?



Her eyes bolted open and she came face to face with a dark green wall. Blinking her eyes again and again she tried to remember what was the color of her room's wall.



Well, she at least doesn't have dark green walls.



She turned her head the other way and shriek in surprise to see Dean sitting beside her, leaning on the wall, his arms crossed over his chest, legs; one on other as he stared at with those dangerous eyes which were making her heart race.



Just to look away from his eyes, she looked around the room and found it a cold almost empty place. There was only a mattress on which they were laid on and a dark carp

Why was she trembling? Wasn't she frozen? Something was shaking, was it her heart? But hasn't her heart stopped? She couldn't breathe.



I love you.



I love you.



I love you.



His voice seemed to be playing like a broken record but she couldn't concentrate on it. His eyes, his eyes were embracing her, the pitch darkness in them was blinding. How can darkness be blinding? Isn't it blind itself? Then why was it that she couldn't see anything in that darkness except her own self.



He loved her?



Why?



Since when?



How?



Why her?



The questions took place of his echoing words but yet his confession kept ringing in her ears. It seemed to be whispering like a warm breeze in the background. But she could feel it through her every nerve.



"What?" In state of startle the word escaped her lips in a breath.



It was then she realized that it was him who was trembling under her. It was his heart which was pounding. It was him who was afraid. It was Dean, he was shaking.



"G

Chapter # 07.2