Dance With Me..

[Jacky]

"..Could I trust you to never tell anyone?" I ask, hesitant.

[Hannah]

"Of course.." i nod and look into his face, searcjing.. for something i dont even nknow what it is myself

[Jacky]

I swallow hard, the images of my dream still vivid in front of my eyes. "...Let's sit down." i murmer.

[Hannah]

we move over to the table and i light one of the candles. .. now it is this far.. i can feel how much he doesnt want to tell it..

[Jacky]

We sit down on the opposite sides of the table, and I lean my elbows on the table , folding my hands together. "..." I glance over to the door, as if to make SURE we're alone, and I look back to Ana doubtfully. I scrape my throat, trying to find out where to start.

[Hannah]

I look at him for a moment, before I look down at the candle

[Jacky]

"I was born in Hispania, like you," I eventually start, my voice still hesitant. "My mother died giving birth to me. My father.." I frown a little, "I don't know who he was. They said he sailed, tha's all I know."

[Hannah]

when he starts talking, i eventually look up at him again.. he is goin to tell?

[Jacky]

I look back to Ana, and fix my gaze on hers. If she wants the story.. fine. She'll hear it.

"I was transported to England to live in an orphanage. I spend my first years there, though I don't remember much of it. I didn't remember anything of my parents either, of course. All I had of them was a pendant that said 'Gorrión'." I pause for amoment, figuring she knows the meaning of that and it needs no further explanation "Eventually I was adopted by a wealthy cartographer. His name was Ben Watson."

[Hannah]

I bite on my lip while he is telling. He had a more intresting life til now fore sure...