06-29-2014, 12:48 PM
Aria led him through the building, checking doors until one of them opened. At this point, he didn’t care anymore. He was lost, the feel of her hand the only thing that made him feel grounded. And then she let go and he felt alone again, the universe laughing again. Fuck… The thought was dull in his mind, the fog heavy. He just wanted….he didn’t know anymore. It didn’t matter. What he wanted didn’t matter. He was meant to be alone. Always and forever. Even if he went to Ayden right now, accepted her right now, he knew….he knew she would be taken away from him or would hurt him. It was his destiny. Alone was his sentence. A part of his heart cried out at the thought, craving to escape the prison he’d been consigned to, desperately hungry for….something.
She raised her hand to his face, a wet towel in it, and he flinched back. She touched him and suddenly he felt calm. Gently, softly, a damp touch to his face, to the bruises, cuts. It hurt, though the touch was gentle. Aria was dabbing at his wounds, trying to clean them as painlessly as possible. He watched her, his eyes swimming. He shuddered. She was looking into his eyes, as if looking for something. So green, he thought. So pretty. He’d thought that the first time he’d seen her. And her touch was so gentle and tender that he felt stirrings, staring down into her eyes. For a moment, he felt something deep- a longing for something that would always be denied him, no matter how much he craved it.
And then Ayden’s face came to him, the way she looked up at him, soft brown eyes so beautiful, the way she stared into his eyes that first afternoon, filled with joy and trust and connection. A stab went through his heart, the pain of it deep. Ayden Ayden…. he thought. She was the one he should be with, not Aria. He wanted to run to her, even though he knew he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He wanted to run out the door and into the night. He pulled back from Aria’s hands.
She raised her hand to his face, a wet towel in it, and he flinched back. She touched him and suddenly he felt calm. Gently, softly, a damp touch to his face, to the bruises, cuts. It hurt, though the touch was gentle. Aria was dabbing at his wounds, trying to clean them as painlessly as possible. He watched her, his eyes swimming. He shuddered. She was looking into his eyes, as if looking for something. So green, he thought. So pretty. He’d thought that the first time he’d seen her. And her touch was so gentle and tender that he felt stirrings, staring down into her eyes. For a moment, he felt something deep- a longing for something that would always be denied him, no matter how much he craved it.
And then Ayden’s face came to him, the way she looked up at him, soft brown eyes so beautiful, the way she stared into his eyes that first afternoon, filled with joy and trust and connection. A stab went through his heart, the pain of it deep. Ayden Ayden…. he thought. She was the one he should be with, not Aria. He wanted to run to her, even though he knew he wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He wanted to run out the door and into the night. He pulled back from Aria’s hands.