Memories

"How old are you Aiden?"

The bright light of the sun pours through the open glass windows as the wind bounces through the curtains. A tall figure stands at the edge of the bed, his shirt white and hangs over the edges of his dark pants. Aiden hair is long, the edges touching his shoulder at the back, but shorter at the front.

"I don't think this is a game you want to play. "

"Oh come on, how old could you possibly be? A few years older? That's not at all scary" the voice laughs and it seems somewhat familar, like mine.

Aiden steps away from the edge of the bed making his way back to where she say pulling at the sleeves of his shirt.

"Belle. "

"I want to know, " she says moving across the bed to cup his face in her hands.

Aiden's gaze remain docile for awhile before they shift and he swallows leaning into her hands.

"You don't have to hide from me Aiden" she says again, her thumb rubbing across his cheek. "I'm not going to run and hide. I'll always be here. "

"I'm over six