TITLE: The Legacy of the Eye
GENRE: Science Fiction Romance
David and Catrine are leaving the school grounds for the first time since their enrolment at the age of 2. They are both 18, unsupervised for the first time, and on their way to meet the council. Catrine is nervous, David looks ready to conquer the galaxy.
David led her down the footpath closest to them, which started by a simple two-tiered stone pool and bowl adorned solely with the letter W three times around its circumference. They followed the path toward the larger fountain farther ahead. The violet beds on either side were in different shades of blue, dark-colored at first then lighter the deeper into the park they walked. The fragrance of the flowers, on the other hand, intensified toward the middle of the Center Gardens.
The perfume in the air stirred Catrine's empty stomach and she soon regretted their route. She squeezed David's hand for support when her step faltered and he halted.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "You look pale."
"Just a headache. I should have eaten more for lunch." And breakfast.
"Let me help you to the fountain. You can splash some cool water on your face."
He slipped his arm around her waist and her heart rate doubled its pace. Catrine took a deep breath to clear her head, but the cloying smell only made her dizzy. She staggered the next few steps towards the lilies that surrounded the fountain, leaning on David for support. She needed to get away from the perfume of the flowers, so she buried her face in his chest to mask the scent.
He enveloped her in a hug and his hand stroked her back. "Relax, Cat. You're just stressed about the proposal defense. Everything will be fine."
His voice was low and soothing. Aided by the smell and warmth of his body, Catrine could feel her anxiety dispel. When she looked up several minutes later, David’s dark eyes smiled at her. She wanted to thank him for being there, so she rose to her toes to give him a kiss. But instead of the friendly peck on the cheek they had often exchanged, their mouths joined in an embrace that did not let go.
Catrine tasted the sweetness of the lilies on his soft lips. It mingled with the alluring smells around her and the enchanting melody of trickling water coming from the fountains in the park. The kiss that had started as endearing gathered intensity like the scent of the flowers throughout their stroll in the garden. Catrine interlaced her fingers with the hair at the nape of David's neck and pulled him even closer. The hands that held her seemed to burn her skin through her tunic.
Then David broke off the kiss gasping for breath and stepped back. “Why did you do that?”
I did? “You kissed me too.”
He ran his fingers through his hair as he turned his back to her. “You started it.”
“I didn’t mean to.” Or did I?
Catrine needed to sit, but she saw no bench. They had never kissed like that before. And considering how much time she had spent with David in the last eight years, no one else had either.
David grabbed her hand. "We're late."
He dragged her through the violet bed, heading northeast.