08-13-2023, 07:20 AM
Rena felt cold, like the campfire she was standing next to had suddenly gone out. His touch- his words, words that said he knew her...somehow, heard her, read her- had filled her with heat...
...and then he turned his attention away to the others. And she was suddenly enveloped in the cold of the night, surrounded by darkness and the void. And she hated it. Anger flickered at her mind. Frustration. She looked at what had pulled him away, resentment brewing. Vega had fallen to the ground. His shadowed chiseled face was still as beautiful as ever, but it now seemed boring. Generic. Dull. There was nothing alien or dark or hidden about it. It wasn't interesting.
The man....she didn't even know his name- was at Vega's side, trying to help. The two girls looked at each other and spoke but she didn't understand any of it. They were playing a game, she realized. She smiled slightly, the frustration and cold fringing her thoughts and feelings. She didn't feel sorry for Vega, not really. Turn about was fair. The rich always got away with whatever they wanted while girls like these- like her- struggled to survive and have any kind of control over their lives. If these two wanted to have fun with him, he deserved it. he was just like-
-the man turned and looked at her for a moment and her heart jumped, and time stopped. Hope flickered...and then his attention was on the others again. Deflated, she watched. One of the girls- she couldn't even remember what her flower name was- held out her hand, telling her to join them. She didn't want to go. Not because she was afraid. Whatever they had planned, she wouldn't be in danger. She had her tricks. No. She didn't want to leave him. She looked at the girl and her outstretched hand, stepped forward, heart pounding.
She felt like a fork in the road was before her. She had no idea how everyone was connected. Would he come? Would he stay. What should she do? She took the hand, but turned to him, looking up into his impossibly beautiful and haunted face, felt the heat of him again. "You will come too, won't you?"
...and then he turned his attention away to the others. And she was suddenly enveloped in the cold of the night, surrounded by darkness and the void. And she hated it. Anger flickered at her mind. Frustration. She looked at what had pulled him away, resentment brewing. Vega had fallen to the ground. His shadowed chiseled face was still as beautiful as ever, but it now seemed boring. Generic. Dull. There was nothing alien or dark or hidden about it. It wasn't interesting.
The man....she didn't even know his name- was at Vega's side, trying to help. The two girls looked at each other and spoke but she didn't understand any of it. They were playing a game, she realized. She smiled slightly, the frustration and cold fringing her thoughts and feelings. She didn't feel sorry for Vega, not really. Turn about was fair. The rich always got away with whatever they wanted while girls like these- like her- struggled to survive and have any kind of control over their lives. If these two wanted to have fun with him, he deserved it. he was just like-
-the man turned and looked at her for a moment and her heart jumped, and time stopped. Hope flickered...and then his attention was on the others again. Deflated, she watched. One of the girls- she couldn't even remember what her flower name was- held out her hand, telling her to join them. She didn't want to go. Not because she was afraid. Whatever they had planned, she wouldn't be in danger. She had her tricks. No. She didn't want to leave him. She looked at the girl and her outstretched hand, stepped forward, heart pounding.
She felt like a fork in the road was before her. She had no idea how everyone was connected. Would he come? Would he stay. What should she do? She took the hand, but turned to him, looking up into his impossibly beautiful and haunted face, felt the heat of him again. "You will come too, won't you?"