Eleven - Spike

Ingrid’s auburn hair flowed across her shoulders as she slept. I pushed it behind her and stroked her cheek. She stirred in her sleep at my touch. She was as beautiful as she always had been.

I knew I was lucky to get the attention she gave me. I knew I was lucky that she didn’t treat me like she did Altair. He loved and hated her but she knew only dislike for him.

She sighed in her sleep and snuggled up to me. She rested her head on my chest and I stroked her hair. She didn’t know how I felt. For fourteen years I’d loved her and she didn’t know. She loved me, but not in the way I wished, only as a friend or a brother.

We’d played together, laughed together, forever. No matter how many hints I gave her, she never seemed to notice. Unless she didn’t want to see it. But maybe she loved me back but didn’t see that I loved her too. No... that couldn’t be true. I shouldn’t get my hopes up. But what if...? I sighed and kissed her forehead.

“So,” I whispered to the air, “this is easier to say when you can’t hear me. Ingrid, I love you. Sometimes I think you love me too, but... I don’t know. I’ve told you I love you loads of times, but you’ve never heard me. I...”

I sighed and looked down at her. She was as still as she had been three minutes earlier. I rested my head gently on hers.

“Goodnight, Ingrid, get better soon. Can’t wait to run with you again.”

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