09-14-2015, 09:49 AM
Connor could tell Ayden was upset. He felt torn. He just didn't see a way out. He wanted to help. He had to help. And he knew Ayden felt the same way but not for the same reasons. He remembered the many times she woke up from her nightmare, the same one, of her holding a bloody heart; of him dying. Something ate at her, some fear and she felt helpless.
How many things do we do because we feel helpless? Because we want to show that we have power, are not afraid? He laughed bitterly at the memory of him in the subway tunnels, jumping the tracks to rush at a man with a gun. God, what was he thinking?
He wasn't, that was the problem. He was feeling and acting was a way to deal with- or ignore- those emotions. Ayden had been silent as she walked beside him on the way home. She might as well have been Fort Knox.
"Listen, you don't have to do this. It's..."
he began. He trailed off under her gaze. Those fiery red contacts made her look other-worldly to people. She was fiesty. But that was one of the reasons he loved her. "Well....do you want to get some coffee or something while we wait for those two?"
How many things do we do because we feel helpless? Because we want to show that we have power, are not afraid? He laughed bitterly at the memory of him in the subway tunnels, jumping the tracks to rush at a man with a gun. God, what was he thinking?
He wasn't, that was the problem. He was feeling and acting was a way to deal with- or ignore- those emotions. Ayden had been silent as she walked beside him on the way home. She might as well have been Fort Knox.
"Listen, you don't have to do this. It's..."
he began. He trailed off under her gaze. Those fiery red contacts made her look other-worldly to people. She was fiesty. But that was one of the reasons he loved her. "Well....do you want to get some coffee or something while we wait for those two?"