"Yo-you're not satisfied?"

What is that supposed to mean? Why aren't you satisfied? Just why?

After kissing me like that you're still not satisfied? But you said you didn't want me as a sex slave so what? What do you want now?!!

I wish. I could actually say all this...

"I feel like messing you up more." My eyes grew wide. Mess me up more? I just stared at him wide eyed. "But. I won't do it now."

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

Oh good to know. So can I go now?

My face is still hot. Oh calm down Rosalie! His body was hot too.

Wait. Why is he hot? He looks pretty calm and composed.

Could it be?

"Master? You have a fever don't you?"

"I'll be fine after some sleep."

But, he said he can barely sleep. Isn't that the cause of it? Maybe I should do something- No! I'll get myself in a bad situation again. I should just leave.

I got up from my seat and went upstairs to my room to sleep.

He can deal with himself.

***

I woke up around 2 am feeling thirsty, walking out of my room towards the kitchen, and stopped in the middle of the staircase. The lounge was dark, dimly lit by the light coming from the window, a mixture of moonlight and those flickering city lights.

Though beautiful, the scene was also immensely lonely and although I hoped for not but there he was, sitting in the same spot I had left him, staring out the window with his void Grey eyes, without emotion yet full of sadness, so cold and void yet so lonely.

Why is it, that when I look at him like that I just feel so anxious. Like I have to comfort him even though I'm not supposed to.

I walk to him.

"Can't sleep?" I ask him, my voice almost a whisper.

He didn't look at me and continued staring out, "Always had this problem."

"Your fever will get worse."

He looked at me, "You don't need to be worried about that."

"I know." I nod, "But I don't know Why I am."

He stared at me for a few seconds. I see a glint of something in his eyes.

What was it?

"Come here." He gestured me to sit next to him. I did as I was told and he rested his head on my chest as I leaned back, "Don't move."

I didn't really have any plans of moving at all.

After he had rested his head on me, he continued to stare out.

"Do you like high places?" He asked.

"I never really thought about it. But this view might change my mind."

"I see." He gave himself a nod, "It's starting to get cold."

"Well, October is here."

"I like the winter."

"I don't. I heard I was abandoned in winter, on a snowy white day." I looked out the window too, maybe I'll never get tired of this scene. It's such a good place to calm your nerves.

"I see..."

I smiled to myself. He usually doesn't even speak but tonight he talked alot. Is it what they call the night effect? The nature of night makes you more honest and you say and do stuff more openly.

I looked down at him to see why he stopped talking but found his asleep.

I smiled.

He finally fell asleep.

I wonder what is it that keeps him awake all the time?

And what was it that made him finally fall asleep this peacefully?