Until The Sky Swallows us I will Love You | Night Ten - Antasia

 Michael is making tea in our kitchen. He’s tense, and he’s not happy with me. I can tell from across the room. The woman is sitting next to me tries to talk to me, but I can’t tell what she’s saying. Michael apologises for me. The woman doesn’t understand, but she pretends she does. She goes silent, and the room is quiet again.
Michael takes my hand to bring me back to reality. I look up at him briefly, and he hands me my tea, kissing my forehead gently. The woman is uncomfortable but he doesn’t care. He sits between us, keeping my hand tightly held in his as he speaks to her. I stare at nothing, and I feel the burning heat of my tea in my hand. But I pick up small parts of the conversation. The woman’s name is Antasia. She heard of us from someone we don’t know, and thinks we can help. Somehow stop things, turn the world back.

Michael’s frustration only grows, and I feel him grasp my hand tighter as he listens to her, trying to stay as calm as he can. His face betrays him in every way possible. She looks guilty for intruding. She says she’s sorry, and Michael disrupts her
“I don’t care that you’re sorry. Look, just- give me and Isaac some privacy for a minute. Please.”
He doesn’t sound like himself when he’s angry. He sounds like hot coals rather than a blazing flame.
Antasia leaves, and we’re left alone again. I look at Michael and he looks at me.
“Isaac… I know you didn’t mean to,” he speaks in that soft tone of voice I know him for.
“But I need you to be more careful. If you ever get like that again, just stay away from doors.”
He’s being reasonable. He’s being too reasonable. He should be annoyed, or angry, but… he refuses to be angry with me.
“I’m sorry…” I mutter. “I thought… it was you. Thought I was in another room…”
He hugs me. He is burning me alive.
“I know.” He whispers so quietly, then he lets me go. He takes the tea from my hand.
“That’s burning you, isn’t it? You need to stop doing that.”
I nod, and press my face to his shoulder.
“Maybe… she could stay… just for a bit. They can’t see her… and she said she needs help.”
Michael glances down at me, muttering sarcastically,
“Aren’t you being considerate today…” He shakes his head. “Sorry. But you know that’s not safe.”
I nod. I glance at Antasia through the doorway. She’s pacing, looking so guilty, moving her hands in elaborate motions to herself.
“But… it’s kind, isn’t it…?”
Michael looks at me like I’ve just opened his eyes. He sighs, running his hand down my arm, gentle and light.
“Yeah. It would be kind.”
He stands up and walks into the hall, and he says something to Antasia that I can’t hear. But she looks relieved. I guess we have a new roommate.

 

Authors notes:

1. I've been wanting to introduce a new character, so heres Antasia! I have plans for he and Isaac, so stay tuned...
2. Michael being kind, oh mah god :3
3. It's gonna be nice to write someone new, since theres been a lot of time for Isaac and Michael to bond alone. How will they fare with their new roommate?