XLV (Forty Five) The Girl.
We had been training for weeks. I was growing stronger, faster, and more powerful with each day that passed. The Assassin also trained, if you could even call it training. The things he could do...I focused on putting my gloves on. He was incredible. I hoped to one day be as good as him, to be able to not fear your own powers, to wield them as easily as breathing. He had a gift for this kind of life. I flexed my hands within the gloves and then adjusted them so that they would fit better. Over the past week, I had been noticing something different...something different about him, about me, about us. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I could feel it growing stronger the longer we were out here. It was as if a connection were being made between us, except I wasn’t having to reach out to him in order to create it. It was being formed on its own. I wasn’t exactly sure what it was, or if he was even aware of it. I was. I felt it blossom every time we were together, when our sleeves would brush together, when he would look at me, when we touched.... I inhaled a steadying breath. With this new connection, I would have to be careful. Even though he was more human-like than I had ever seen him, that didn’t mean I could relax around him. Not yet. He had yet to reveal his true self to me, and I doubted I would ever see it as long as the people in the Tower were still alive. Maybe when we were free, I would see him. The real him. Maybe then, he would open up to me. Maybe then we would be able to build a real life. Maybe then.... I shook my head, smiling at the way my thoughts had turned. Thinking like that would do me no good. I had to focus on the present, and that was my training. But even as I did, I couldn’t help but get distracted by him, especially when his eyes softened, and his face lost that hard edge to reveal a smile, a smile that made my heart skip and my stomach feel as if it were full of butterflies.