2 Silent Bliss

She pushed aside her soft locks of drizzling golden hair and hooked it behind her ears. Her big eyes staring up at him, so deep he could drown in them. Such a deep hazel, a gaze that gave him a silent bliss in his lonely life.

She smiled an ember blue, which strummed a chord of paradise.

"Thank you." She said in her melodic voice.

She slowly staggered though his wooden door while maintaining eye contact with him. Andy's body naturally moved towards her and gave her his helping hands. He led her into his small and plainly furnished sitting room and helped her onto one of his wooden couch that he had built.

"You can clean up in the bathroom. First door to your left." He gently spoke to her.

He then rushed to the nearest closet and rummaged through all the items present there. He gave a long sigh of relief when he came across a plastic box which seemed to carry all the first aid essentials.

By the time he returned she had also finished cleaning up in the bathroom and was wearing his long white shirt. His gaze remained onto her features a little more than what one would consider decent. He shook his head and ran his fingers across his hair, which he did a lot in stressful situations and this very situation he was facing was a lot worse but painfully wonderful.

"Give me your hand." He asked her while holding out his left hand and carrying the first aid box on his right.

He slowly took out the antiseptic cream and applied it all over her wounds. He wrapped the white bandages on her arms and managed to stick some onto her wounded legs. The whole time he was doing so, he could feel her gaze following his every step. He coughed a bit before mustering up the courage to ask her the reason behind her wounds.

"I..I.." She stammered. She cleared her voice and answered properly this time.

"I live far away from here, my parents forced me to marry an unkind man so I escaped through the ship. It was shipwrecked and I ended up here."

Andy found some truth in her words but he felt as if she wasn't telling the whole truth but that wasn't something for him to worry about. What he was definitely sure about was that having Weaver in his house was a bad idea but he was not ready to part ways with this goddess of a woman just yet.

"You can stay here as long as you need." Andy quickly added and moved into preparation for her stay.

Weaver smiled at his generosity and nodded her head, satisfied with this man in front of her.

"I will never forget the kindness you have shown to me. I will do all it takes to repay you back." Weaver replied, determination showing onto her face.

"Would you be able to prepare me a bedroom for a few days, until I get better." She asked, worried he might refuse.

"Yeah sure, no problem" Andy answered her while he led her into the small room onto the right.

"Do you have a bigger room?" She asked, uncertainty clearly masking her voice.

"I'll see what I can do.." Andy replied and took her back to the sitting room.

He ran upstairs towards his bedroom and just as quickly shoved all his personal belongings into a large bag. He searched through his closet and drawers and left a clean bed sheet, blankets suitable for the beauty and a pillow for her. He also left a clean pair of his shirt and pants for her to wear.

Andy lifted the bag onto his shoulders and carried it downstairs with him before putting it down into a small unused and unfurnished room.

He wanted to hit himself on the head or even give himself a beating for offering her this crappy room. It was empty, dark and in some areas it had a leakage. She looked as if she came from quite a prestigious family and she was a very delicate flower at that. How could he suggest such an outrage to her.

He walked into the sitting room to meet his beautiful stranger waiting for him.

"I've prepared a bigger bedroom for you to rest tonight." He gently said to her.

Weaver nodded her head and replied "Thank you" to him.

She wobbled up onto her feet and slowly staggered towards the room upstairs but before she could take any more steps, she crashed onto Andy's rockhard open chest. She blushed bright pink as she apologized.

"Do you want me to carry you upstairs". He added, with a hint of pink shade in both of his cheeks.

"Yes…" Weaver replied. Embarrassed.

He smoothly picked her up in his arms in a bridal style and walked into his bedroom. He put her down onto the small bed and covered her up with the prettiest blacket he owned.

"Thank you again, Andy." She said to him while gazing up at him with her big, round mesmerising eyes and an even more beautiful smile.

Soon she was asleep, tenderly swept into her dreamworld which was filled with nothing but sorrow.

Andy remained fixated onto the ground, he gazed at her unable to take his eyes off of the sleeping beauty.

She seemed as though she was having a nightmare, her forehead had filled with sweat and her brows creased into a deep frown and she spoke something which he couldn't figure out, no matter how hard he tried to listen. He gently wiped her sweat and moved the few strands of hair blocking her face and soon he gave up trying to understand her dream mumbles.

He swiftly left the room and quietly shut the door behind him before staring at her one last time.

He went towards the small room next to his sitting room and laid down the futon and his pillow onto the floor. He wrapped himself in his blanket and before long he too was fast asleep.

Tonight, he dreamt of beautiful birds singing in an evergreen field. He was in paradise playing his flute and dancing along with the breeze.