Cara Mia

"How did you know?"

"What?" He was confused, and didn't understand my question but still…I looked around the room and my heart pounded wildly in my chest. It was just like that room at the orphanage…the room I was given as a reward for being the best…I was only allowed every once in a while but the sisters knew that I wanted to stay there my whole life yet they never let me stay more than an hour.

A small room with a reading table and chairs, books stocked up in every corner. In every genre even though I only preferred mystery…it was my haven, the only place I could be Caramel…my actual self.

"Never mind…" I said under my breath, he heard but still, I could feel his curious stare as I continued to take in the room. It was just what I wanted.

"How did you know such a place was here?" I asked it was very obvious when he brought me here that he knew where he was going and very well at that, he knew it because he had been here many times…maybe too many times.

"How many times have you been on this train?"

"A few hundred…funny story actually" he chuckles "I own the train,"

Huh? Now that's a twist I wasn't expecting in the weird ass novel.

"You own the train?" I ask, skeptical. I looked at the man from head to tie, apart from the fact that he looked too young and underdressed to be rich, the stupid cocky smile on his face made him seem like just a normal young man that likes traveling not a man that travels on a train that belongs to him.

"Yeah…this room was included when I designed it"

Did he design the train as well?

"How long has it been?...." I ask, curious "I mean since the train was built?"

Timothy sighs, he sits and motions for me to sit as well and I do, I wanted to know more. In all honesty, it took a lot to surprise me I have to say that I was utterly surprised when he told me that he owned the train. I was beginning to see him differently, not just the man who smiled way too much and his emotions but a young and who had way too much money than he should at his age…but how old is he anyways?

"It's been at least four…almost five years now, its been a while" I sit close to him as he speaks, he looks like he's reliving a good memory, he stays silent for a few minutes and I stay next to him comfortable. I stare at his face the whole time, trying to read his expression…it was just that smile….so much for being a human emotions detector…I got nothing from his face…or his eyes, his eyes though.

"This has been a place of comfort and solution for me, especially when my emotions are haywire and I can't control them." He sounds almost sad but he was good at hiding it though.

He closed his eyes and I stare at his closed lids…then his lips, waiting if he would give something away, I hated the fact that I couldn't read this man…because he was annoying and the type of person I should ignore yet here I was waiting to know more.

"Then why bring me here? I'm curious" I say to him, his eyes open and he stares at me, silent for a few seconds, his eyes looking into mine…my heart starts to pound in an unfamiliar rhythm…I felt weird, hot sweaty under his gaze.

"I don't Cara…there's just something about you, something about what your eyes tell me,"

Wait…that was my line…

"My eyes?" I didn't understand what he meant, I was the one who read people through their eyes and I always made sure never to show anything to anyone…not that I felt, to begin with, but…how could my eyes tell him something that wasn't there?

"Yes Caramel…your name might be weird as hell but your eyes…they tell a different story," He says, his smile intact, like he means it but seeing how emotionless and empty his eyes were I knew that there was no way I could be sure without knowing more about him. I wondered what he saw because I knew that mask was just as perfect as his or even better but yet he says he sees…what exactly?

"What do you see Timothy?" This man has made me speak worse than I have in years, and made me do things I thought I wouldn't even attempt to do…he had a way and he just told me that there was a way….I wanted to know…I was dying to know…my interest was piqued, heavens this man made me so interested in a lot of things.

"You're broken…" he says and I hear myself take in a large take of breath, I feel a drool of sweat trickle down my neck into my breasts despite the cold window blowing.

"…Just like me," next thing I know my hands are in his again and I struggle to break eye contact but I still stare into his dark brown iris and I see it…the mask cracks only but a moment.

A man so deeply broken my eyes tear up, not from my emotions though but from his. I see lust, I see fear, I see affection, I see numbness, I see heartbreak, I see courage, I see madness, I see blood lust…I see sadness…I see him…I see him.

"Who are you…really?"….

He stays quiet, his eyes bore into mine and then it is over. The emotions are all gone but remain in my memory. Clear, very much. His grip tightens and his fingers make their presence known on my skin. He has been lying but at the same time being truthful and I wanted to know more, I wanted to hear more, I wanted to see more.

He pulls me into a hug, I knew what it was just hadn't ever experienced it before. His arms wrapped around my waist and his buried in the crook of my neck. I feel his warm breath and it makes me feel warmer than I was at that moment. He pulled me closer and soon I was seated on top of him, straddling his waist. It felt wrong yet at the same time, I wanted to stay in that warmth. With his head buried in my neck and his warm breath blowing against the small hairs on my neck.

"Connor Timothy…" He whispered into my hair "Call me Connor, Cara mia,"