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Post by Delilah on Oct 5, 2008 21:43:25 GMT -5
Delilah thought about how people always said there was the calm before the storm. so where was her calm? She hurried down the street, her pace steady and quick. Oh, that kid was going to get it.
Her eyes trained on the hat that bobbed through the crowd ahead of her unaware of its follower. Kids these days, they thought they could get away with anything. But no, she'd seen him. She'd felt his little hand fish her money and necklace from her pocket where she'd placed it for - of all things - safekeeping. She was quicker than the rich old people who were usual targets and she turned fast enough to see him disappear into the crowd. or so he thought, but she'd seen him and she was in hot pursuit.
She fell back a bit so that he wouldn't get suspicious. When they got suspicious they ran and it was always better to catch them off their guard. yes, she'd wait until he thought he was safe and then...well, he would regret today.
Her neck felt empty as she walked. She got angry as she imagined the kid shoving her precious necklace in his dirty pockets. it was special to her, a gift from her parents, and there was no way that that kid would be selling it to some random stranger to make another few coins. No way.
The kid was slowing down as they approached a building. She noted that this was a lodging house as she looked around to register the buildings and neighborhood around her. Harlem. Wow, they'd gotten here pretty quickly. Suddenly she realized that she didnt exactly know her way back.... but no matter, shed figure that out later. At the moment she was losing her target....
The sound of a screen door hitting the doorpost snapped her back to reality as the kid slipped in though the lodging house door. It was probably a safe bet to assume that the kid stayed there and so once he was inside chances are he would be off his guard. These thoughts swam around lazily in her head as she stormed up to the door. As she walked up the stairs her footsteps became cautious and quiet. She had to be sure that he wouldn't have back up before she did anything. If he did then she would sit outside and wait for the kid to come back out. He'd have to leave at some point.
A peek through the door into the main room showed her that the kid was alone save for one other kid. He'd spilled the contents of his days thieving. Her necklace caught the light that shown in through the dusty windows. It was sitting on a pile of coins which the kid had started counting. Delilah opened the screen door, knowing full well that it would make noise. There were a lot of kids who stayed int hese places wasnt there? how could he know that she didn't belong there. Besides, theives rarely took second glances at their victims. He wouldn't remember her.
The kids both looked up as she entered the room, the door banging the doorpost behind her. The thief glanced up but didn't seem to care or recognize her. The other kid on the other hand... "Who're you?" asked clearly confused. She ignored him as she wlaked over to step right into the beam of light that wasw shining onto the pile of stolen goods. The kid looked up as she blocked the light and looked at her quizzically probably wondering what the heck she was doing. "give. me. my. stuff. back." she said in a quiet yet angry voice.
The second kid int he room quietly got up and dissapeared but delilah was to busy to notice. The kid looked up at her with eyes wide with fear as realization danwed on him. She was one of the many pockets he'd picked that day, and she was angry. She imagined for a moment what she must have looked like. Running through the streets must have made her brown wavy hair look wild and the scar on her face from her newly healed cut looked pretty intimidating. Combined with her angered need to get her stuff back, she probably looked like a madwoman.
She walked around the table and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt. His hat fell to the ground revealing a bright red mop of hair. "What.." he started but once he was off the ground his words trailed off. He grabbed at her hand and kicked. His thrashing was making this difficult for her.
The kid started shreiking and delilah almost dropped him just from the sound of it. He was being a hassle but she knew that if she let go he would grab the stuff and run. little kids were quick like that. He kicked the chair he had been sitting on and it fell over crashing hard onto the floor. The sound masked the sound of footsteps running towards the noise.
Great. Just Great.
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Post by Vice Ingram on Oct 7, 2008 23:22:41 GMT -5
Vice blew out his breath. How many times did you have to tell kids to shut up? He was beginning to think (and really, had thought from the start), that shouting at them wasn't going to work. At present, he would've liked nothing better than to stride briskly into the hallway, grab a fistful of hair each, and smash their laughing little heads together. Patience, patience, he soothed himself, balling his hands into fists. He stopped, jerked his head up. What was it with this patience stuff? Lately, he'd been finding himself struggling with his emotions, striving to reign them in and hold his temper. Why? He didn't know. He'd never done it before.
His mind drifted back. He wasn't even sure how long ago it had been. Two weeks? Three? As he searched his memory, everything seemed blurred, run together by time, emotion, and the awful knowledge that he should forget. He didn't want to forget. He had gone, abandoned her, just like he had abandoned everyone else, and there was nothing he could do to change that now. He had walked out of her life just as quickly as he had barged in, and now he longed to find her again. But he knew he couldn't. He had enough responsibility on his plate without adding her to the mix. Besides, she would only cause unneeded emotional pain if she left him, which she would. Vice felt only too sure of that. Once she saw clearly the bitterness he harbored within him, his flaws and weakness of character, she would leave, and he would wish she had never come.
The raucous shouts and sounds of scuffling from the room beyond crashed through his reverie. Damn it. Stupid kids. He had found that dwelling on the things he hoped would happen but knew shouldn't had quite a negative effect on his mood, and Vice felt suddenly that he could bear it no longer. Flying to his feet, he ran angrily across the room, letting his feet thud heavily against the floor. Practically falling through the threshold, his hands scrambled to turn the knob and he flung the door wide open, taking immense satisfaction as it slammed loudly against the wall. Those little idiots would soon be sorry.
Vice raised his eyes, blazing with rage, as he took in the scene before him. Sure enough, there were those kids, the same ones who always seemed to be working him into fits of fury. But instead of rambunctious laughter, he saw wild thrashing as he realized that someone was holding the kid by his collar. His eyes drifted to the figure, who also appeared to be wildly enraged, and it was a moment before he recognized the long dark hair. The sparkling green eyes. The soft skin. Skin he had caressed, kissed. Vice felt his stomach turn over as he stared.
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Post by Delilah on Oct 8, 2008 16:09:11 GMT -5
Oh man was she gonna be bruised in the morning. The kids feet kept colliding with her in various places but she didn't set him down. She would get her stuff back and at this point she might just deck the kid. Sure he was just a kid but he obviously wasn't going to give her stuff abck to her without a fight. Stupid greedy kid.
A door slammed against the wall behind her and she spun around to see who had entered. She had expected another kid, possibly a few, but not him. She recognized him instantly with his striking hair and his deep brown eyes. Her eyes widened for a moment in shock and then narrowed. She saw him staring and she knew that he too recognized and remembered her. "Oh today is SO not my day." she muttered quietly to herself.
This kid saw his opportunity now that she was distracted and kicked as hard as he could into her ribs. Delilah cryed out and droped the kid who scuttled to hide behind vice. She fell to the ground clutching herself with one hand, the other hand palm down on the ground supporting her. She swore loudly as tears welled in her eyes. She didn't think it was broken but she'd never snapped a rib before so how could she know? It hurt enough.
Delilah quickly started controlling and regulating her breath so she would have something else to think about other than the pain radiating through her body. She glared up at the kid through her watery eyes and started muttering a dark string of words that were impossible to make out. Her gaze shifted to vice, "and you, 'isaac'. you little.." she broke off in a sharp intake of breath as she had tried to sit up on her knees. She hated being on the ground, it was making her feel vulnerable, but her attempt had caused a fresh wave of pain. She whimpered and fell back down onto her hand.
She wanted so badly to stand up and stare them both down but she couldn't. She wanted to just grab her stuff now that the boy wasn't near the table but she couldn't. She wanted to get away from them both, to leave , but she couldn't.
She should've just stayed home.
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Post by Vice Ingram on Oct 9, 2008 18:58:17 GMT -5
Vice barely noticed as the wild thrashing stopped, the shouting ceased. Time seemed to stand still as Vice felt the blood rush to his cheeks. A dull roar rose in his ears as his thoughts spun like mad, slamming wildly into his skull with painful jolts he hoped weren't visible on his face. His senses seemed unbearably sharp, yet the feeling of distance was overwhelming, and Vice struggled desperately to reconnect with reality.
His mouth was dry. He licked his lips, unsure of where he was now. He watched as Ayala, seemingly in slow motion, released the boy she'd been clutching and dropped to the floor. her cry reached his ears a moment later and he felt his brain snap instantly back to attention, tearing him out of his daze. Vice felt someone brush by him and glanced down to see a small head peering from behind his left arm. The boy's eyes rose to meet Vice's and gave a slight shrug, his lower lip trembling, eyes wide with fear. Vice turned his attention back to Ayala, still writhing on the ground.
He could hear her muttering a string of unintelligible words, more than once thinking he heard his name in the midst of the apparent curses. By this time, the boy had crept silently from behind his refuge and was now kneeling beside Ayala with a concerned expression. Vice realized with a jolt that something must be wrong; she hadn't gotten up, and he felt sure that if she could have, he would've been standing there with a smashed-in face. He took two steps forward, his eyes still fixed on her, and then strode purposefully toward where she lay huddled on the ground. With resentment in his eyes, he looked straight at her, searching her expression for the loathing he expected. But he didn't want to see it. Vice took firm hold of the kneeling boy's arm and, turning, pulled him forcefully back towards the door. It had taken every ounce of pride and strength he could muster, but he had done it.
And now, as he stood here facing the door, his back to the girl who had been unceasingly present in his thoughts since the moment they'd met, Vice felt as though he had started to regain his independence. He was completely bewitched by her, her yes, her laugh, the way she looked at him, and as Vice felt his old strength slowly returning, he also felt as though some part of him was slipping away. But he did not turn. Instead, he placed a hand on the door, and waited a moment for some unknown revelation, his strong back tall and upright in defiance.
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Post by Delilah on Oct 12, 2008 16:41:07 GMT -5
Ayala clutched her side wishing the pain would end. It wasn't so bad if she didn't move... but then again, she'd have to move at some point. This kid had come to kneel next to her and she looked up at him slightly surprised. Well, it was nice to know that someone cared, even if it was the person who'd kicked her in the first place. She looked back down at the floor knowing hiding her face that was no doubt showing the mix of anger and pain that was running through her body.
She heard vice striding towards her and she almost flinched. Despite herself she glanced up at him. She wanted so badly to know what he was thinking and was hopeing that maybe by looking at his face she would be able to read his emotions. She saw resentment there and that shocked her. What did he have to resent? She didn't hate him as much as she was annoyed and upset with him.
Vice grabbed the kids arm and as she watched he dragged the kid to the door. What was he doing? A bit of fear flared up inside of delilah and her mind started racing as she wondered if she could get out of the building before he would notice. Her side flared up with pain as if to re mind her that she wasn't going anywhere and she closed her eyes tightly. Crap.
He hadn't come back to her yet but she wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Had he left? again? The room was silent except for the sound of breathing and she looked up to see where he was. She saw him standing by the door and she was unsure of what to make of his stance. He looked... intimidating, and he wasn't even looking at her. She glanced around quickly and then tryed to move slowly towards the wall. She thought that maybe with the added support she'd be able to stand up but that didn't happen. As she tried moving her side flared up again and she gave up, grabbing her side again in an attempt to smother the pain.
It hurt so much. She couldn't help but hiss and squeeze her eyes shut. She didn't care about anything else anymore, she just wanted the pain to go away.
He had made it obvious that he hadn't cared when he'd left her and she wished she could do the same. She just wanted to leave.
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Post by Vice Ingram on Oct 17, 2008 13:41:04 GMT -5
What was he doing? His back was toward her, but he felt the hotness of her gaze fixed on him and he had the sudden urge to run away. But where to? This was all he had and he couldn't just leave. He knew he needed to take responsibility of his previous actions, at least give her some sort of explanation, but the mere thought of reopening the wound stung, and Vice didn't think he could handle much more. But then again, he couldn't see an easy end in sight, and the fact that Ayala was lying helpless on the ground complicated matters a bit.
That was the thing that was killing him. When he'd gone to retrieve the rebellious little scamp who, no doubt, was now cowering behind the closed door, Vice had looked down into Ayala's face and he'd seen the fear, the pain, the anger and misery that was so clearly written there. He felt as though some iron fist had thrown a deadly blow to his stomach as he thought of what she must think. He knew he shouldn't have gone; he regretted that decision every single day, for it had cost him the only thing he really wanted anymore. After that night, everything had seemed meaningless. But how was she to know that? He'd left and she'd hate him now. He wasn't blaming anyone but himself, but still, the searing pain of his loss was almost unbearable.
Letting his breathing ease, Vice leaned forward to rest his forehead against the door. He needed to do this. He needed to get himself together. He inhaled deeply, trying to free himself from what he knew would never be shaken. After a long moment, Vice turned around. He crossed his arms, letting the creases in his forehead soften, and spoke.
"What are you doing here?"
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Post by Delilah on Nov 5, 2008 23:03:26 GMT -5
Ayalas eyes squeezed shut as the silence in the room echoed around her. She wanted to scream but bit her tongue. It was too quiet and she knew that if she opened her eyes and glanced at vice her heart would threaten to rip itself apart.
She didn't want to be here, not yet. There were a few times when she'd thought of trying to find him again but she hadn't really thought of what she would say to him when she did and had soon pushed off the thought. What do you say to the one who leaves you after promising minutes before that they wouldnt?
Is there really anything to say?
He'd left, and she'd gotten over it. right? but as she stayed crouched on the ground, pain radiating throughout her body, she wasn't sure... had she?
"What are you doing here?"
Her eyes squeezed together tighter at the slightes sound from his lips. He sounded.....calmer... She hadn't expected that. She opened her eyes and looked up at the table where the necklace still sat atop the piles of stolen goods. "oh so you remember me then do you?" she let the ice drip from her voice. "anyway what do you care?" she asked in a harsh voice "i just want my stuff." she added to let him know that she hadn't come because she was looking for him. She reached to feel her ribs gently. "damn" she swore quietly. "i think it's broken." she winced gently and then looked up to see if he'd moved at all from his previous position.
She saw that he was looking at her and her face registered her surprise for a moment before she quickly wiped her face free of emotion.Her body and her heart hurt, she couldn't deny it, but her soul and her mind were both strong and wouldn't let her show her weakness.
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Post by Vice Ingram on Nov 6, 2008 23:05:53 GMT -5
The softness in his tone had come more easily than he'd expected, and although he felt a slight resentment at his inability to remain detached, the relief that washed over him as he spoke was incomparable. Granted, the situation wasn't exactly ideal, but wasn't this what he'd hoped for? He couldn't possibly count the times he'd caught his mind straying back to that night, nor keep track of how often he'd forced himself not to relive it, not to hope. He realized now that his attempt had been meaningless. Even the mask of indifference he'd used to crust over the hurt had disintegrated at the mere sight of the girl he'd known for a night.
"Oh, so you remember me then, do you?"
Her words hit him like a ton of bricks. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but this certainly wasn't the response he'd been looking for.
"Anyway, what do you care?"
Vice winced. He was glad she wasn't looking at him. As her words echoed tauntingly through his head, he found his focus diminishing, his vision blurring. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. She'd come back, hadn't she? And then he remembered. This was his fault. This was the same truth he kept coming back to, never fully able to accept. His eyes still on her, he felt his thoughts drifting again, the humming in his ears drowning out the sound of her voice. He thought blankly that she mentioned something about "just wanting her stuff", but he couldn't be sure. If that were true, then he may as well turn and go back the way he'd come. He hated feeling so dependent. Vice watched as she glanced down to feel her ribs, no doubt the cause of her pain, and he could barely hear her murmur.
"Damn. I think it's broken."
Her eyes raised. It took a moment for him to register the gaze of the bright green eyes into his own, to again be looking into the face he'd so longed to see. He caught his breath. He knew what he had to do.
Arms still crossed, Vice stepped slowly across the room, never taking his eyes from her face as if in fear that she would disappear forever if he did. Upon reaching her, he stared down for a long moment, and then knelt quietly beside the place where she lay. Licking his lips once, he reached out a strong hand and laid it gingerly on the dark hair that spread beautifully across the huddled figure's back. With his other hand, he sought her face, brushing aside the strands of hair that had fallen into her eyes. He stroked her cheek gently, but didn't move closer. He swallowed, blinked hard, and then spoke, "Ayala...I didn't forget."
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Post by Delilah on Nov 6, 2008 23:29:12 GMT -5
Her body tensed as he looked at her and crossed the room to kneel beside her. She felt his hand on her back and she took a sharp intake of breath and jerked away slightly. "don't." she said quietly.
She felt his fingers touch her face and as he brushed away the hair from her eyes she looked back, not being able to help herself. As his fingers stroked her cheek she looked away, back at the floor. She studied the detail in the wood as if she would be tested-attempting to focus every thought on the patterns that were there.
But it didn't work. Thoughts and emotions welled up inside of her and threatened to break loose. She studied harder.
"Ayala... i didn't forget"
Something inside her snapped. Tears that had gathered at the corner of her eyes spilled over quietly and she turned her eyes upwards to meet his gaze. i'm sure it would be easy to remember something that meant so much to you." she said quietly.
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Post by Vice Ingram on Nov 7, 2008 17:15:03 GMT -5
His hand still rested on her back, and he felt her warmth, something he'd only dreamed of since that night so long ago. Now he felt it again, felt her nearness, but it was a melancholy sort of feeling. Nothing like he'd imagined. He felt her muscles tense, heard the sharp breath she drew as she flinched away from his touch.
"Don't."
The reprimand was not forceful, but Isaac found himself wishing she'd turned and screamed at him. He could handle cursing. But this, this hurt worse than if she'd raised a hand and slapped his face. He wished she would have at least looked him in the eye.
And then she did. Isaac could see her pained expression, the tears that his own hardness of heart had wrung from her spilling silently down her face as she sought his gaze.
"I'm sure it would be easy to remember something that meant so much to you."
Isaac froze, their eyes still locked, and then slowly withdrew his hand from her back, letting his fingertips linger just lightly at her jaw. It had been easy, very easy to remember the thing that meant the most to him. But how could he make her understand? He closed his eyes, swallowing hard. Taking one last look into the green eyes, Vice let his hand drop, the hair fall into his face, and leaned back. "You'll never know how easy it was to remember. But I won't force you to try."
With that, he got to his feet and turned back toward the door.
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Post by Delilah on Nov 7, 2008 17:32:59 GMT -5
Ayalas eyes never left his face as his fingers left her face. It felt like something was squeezeing her and suddenly she couldn't breathe. His hair fell in his face and he leaned back away from her. He opened his mouth to speak...
"You'll never know how easy it was to remember. But I won't force you to try."
He got up and turned towards the door. She felt her chest tighten as she looked at his back. She wanted so badly to believe him even though he'd left her. Her thoughts flashed to her family and how only her parents had known that she was leaving. She had been ripped away from her friends and family and left them behind. It had been so sudden... but she hadn't had much of a choice. Smomething tugged at the edges of her mind.
She gingerly pushed herself up so she was sitting on her knees. The pain in her side was slowly slipping away as she stopped thinking about it. "Wait." she said and then paused as the pain that had been reflected in her voice deepened. "don't leave." she whispered. "not again. not yet." she whispered even quieter. The thoughts that had been nagging at the corner of her mind suddenly became clear. She wiped away the tears and her hand reached for him.
"just tell me... why'd you leave?" she said slowly as her memories flashed through her mind. She'd spent her whole life covering up her religion because it could have gotten her killed and then she'd had to leave her spanish friends behind without a word said to them. Maybe...maybe he had a good reason. One that she might not understand but that to him was entirely to clear.
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Post by Vice Ingram on Nov 8, 2008 20:53:41 GMT -5
He desperately wished he could see her face, but knew that if he turned around again, he would lose his nerve and, along with that, lose his composure. The silence was terrible as he fought to make a step toward the door, but the though of walking out again was worse, and he stayed miserably planted where he stood. If she wasn't going to listen, what was the use of staying? He had better things to do, things that wouldn't rip his heart into pieces.
"Wait."
Vice stopped, his chest tightening, the blond hair on his arms prickling as a shiver rolled through him. Had he imagined it?
Don't leave. Not again. Not yet."
Although her voice was nothing more than a whisper, Isaac felt he had never heard anything more clearly in his life. The very sound of her voice, although tinged with sorrow, was more than he'd hoped to hear, and his thoughts came to a standstill. He sucked in a breath, waiting for something he couldn't place.
"Just tell me...why'd you leave?"
Vice raised his chin, his back still facing her. How could he make her understand something he himself couldn't explain? He'd had his reasons, yes, but now as he replayed them in his mind, searching for words he could use, his ideas seemed so pathetic. So selfish. She wouldn't understand. For a moment, the thought of turning again seemed preposterous; he wasn't an articulate person, that was for sure. And yet, as he stared at the door, his eyes boring holes in the dark grain, his mind a whirlwind, he didn't think he had the strength to open it again. There was no leaving her a second time.
Drawing a deep breath, Isaac turned his head slightly, not yet looking at her. Then, as if mustering the courage to face what he knew he must do, he took one step in her direction as his brown eyes searched her face for any sign of common emotion. It would serve him right if he'd lost her forever. Not moving any closer to her, he stared down at the huddled figure that had managed to pull herself to her knees in spite of the pain, and something similar to admiration flooded through him. He had to take his chance.
"I was losing myself, Ayala. I have obligations, things I can't just throw away..." His voice trailed off as he realized how unconvincing his words sounded. He tried again.
"I can't explain, and I'm not trying to get out of anything. I made a mistake, one I've continued to beat myself up over countless times. I won't blame you if you never want to see me again. In fact, go ahead. Kick me, slap me, claw my eyes out, curse me. Wish I was dead. Please. I deserve all of it."
He stopped, his voice cracking as he struggled to reign in his emotions. He licked his lips. The room was becoming blurry now, and he blinked hard, setting his jaw. Finally, just as the silence began to grow unbearably heavy, he found his voice.
"I love you."
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Post by Delilah on Nov 24, 2008 22:48:29 GMT -5
Ayala sat huddled with her arms wrapped around herself. She wasn't sure what she expected, but she waited silently and hoped that he would answer. When he turned and looked at her she gazed up at him through tear filled eyes and as he opened his mouth she tensed a bit, unsure of what was to come.
"I was losing myself, Ayala. I have obligations, things I can't just throw away...I can't explain, and I'm not trying to get out of anything. I made a mistake, one I've continued to beat myself up over countless times. I won't blame you if you never want to see me again. In fact, go ahead. Kick me, slap me, claw my eyes out, curse me. Wish I was dead. Please. I deserve all of it."
Fresh tears welled up in her eyes as he spoke. "no.." she whispered softly while shaking her head. He had been beating himself up over everything and though she had hoped that those exact thigns had occured she realized now that deep inside she didn't want that. She didnt want him to beat himself up or be hard on himself. She wanted him to be happy, and his tears were tearing her apart inside. "dont cry." she said quietly. She reached out to him but her hand screeched to a halt a moment later as his words reached her ears.
"I love you."
Her eyes grew wide and she looked at him with a look of shock clearly written on her face. "you..." she said, her tone much easier heard than before. "you what?" she said blinking. He loved her? He did? He what?
She gripped the wall next to her and attempted pulling herself up. She closed her eyes, clenched her teeth and grunted in pain but despite it all, managed to stand up. She breathed with difficulty from the strain but managed to keep herself upright. She looked him straight in the eye and her eyes searched his to see if maybe he was really telling the truth. Could he be serious?
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Post by Vice Ingram on Dec 5, 2008 23:11:13 GMT -5
Isaac wanted to turn, wanted to turn and face the only human being to whom he could remember saying those three words, wanted his eyes to meet hers and never have to tear themselves away. He wanted to touch her, to comfort her, to sit and stare at her, to revel in the beauty he'd pushed away so carelessly. But as he stood, his jaw unflinchingly strong in the light of the dimming room, he could not turn. It was not pride that held him back, nor the loss of identity he had once used to justify his apparent indifference, but shame. Regret. He couldn't tell her this now, didn't deserve to say such things to her, even if it was the truth.
His dark eyes lowered, rested quietly, losing their focus. As the room blurred, so did the tears, and Vice blinked quickly. He couldn't stand here forever. He'd said what he'd needed to say. He hadn't realized until just a moment before what the feeling was that had been relentlessly torturing him day and night, but as soon as he'd uttered the words, it seemed so simple. So clear, so perfect. Perfect until he'd ruined it, trampling it with his wretched pride.
"You...you what?"
His eyes lifted, every cell in his being longing desperately to turn to her once again. The sound of her voice was tantalizing, but the shock in her tone hurt him, and his feet stayed rooted in their place. Of course she had no reason to believe him, no reason at all. That was his fault. But still, he wanted nothing more than to make her see, to make her understand that she wasn't a game to him.
And that was how he did it. There was no mustering of pride, no gathering of courage, only her. Turning silently to face her, he watched her, breathless, taking in everything he had before missed, but now knew he needed. Not just wanted, needed. He grimaced as she struggled to stand, gripping the wall fiercely, her eyes wrenched shut in pain. She wanted to stand. Nothing would stop her. As she found her balance, her eyes moved to his, searching. And he searched hers back, looking desperately in the green brilliance for what he wasn't sure he could live with out. If only she could understand.
For what seemed the millionth time that day, he stepped toward her once more. It was always going back and forth, back and forth, his mind never quite made up. But now, with each step he took, his decision became ever more irreversible, his words truer. He reached the spot where she stood, and placed a hand on the cool wall, his eyes never leaving her face. He would not touch her, he decided. She'd felt his touch before, but now she needed to feel this. He needed to feel this. Moving still forward, he let the corner of his mouth pull up into a slight smile as he looked down at her, his own face inches away.
"I-I love you."
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Post by Delilah on Dec 7, 2008 13:38:42 GMT -5
Delilah clutched the wall and watched as he walked towards her. She watched as his he placed his hand against the wall and then turned back to face him slowly. She wasn't sure why, but she suddenly felt afraid. A thought crossed her mind-maybe this was how he had felt. She felt nervous. He'd said those words but had that really been what she'd wanted?
As he closed the distance between them and looked down at her, she knew that it was. All feelings of being trapped disappeared and she wanted so badly to reach out to him, but didn't.
"I-I love you."
Delilah smiled shyly back at him. So she had heard him right. Her words came out quietly "I...love you too...". The word sounded a bit like a question, like the word was a strange sound on her tongue. Her eyes never left his face as her hand that wasn't pressed tightly against the wall reached out towards his face. As her arm stretched out towards him it pulled and stretched muscles that didnt want to be stretched at that moment and she winced but quickly began ignoring the pain. Her fingertips brushed gently against his cheek. After a few seconds her hand fell down by her side again as if she didn't have the strength to hold it up.
Her eyes dropped from his face as she glanced down and her hand reached out towards his hand. Her hand brushed against his arm and then her fingers gently tried to weave themselves between his. She looked at their hands for a moment and then back up at him. "i missed you" She said softly and her mouth pulled into a crooked smile.
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