06-30-2014, 10:29 AM
The screech of the train jolted Connor's thoughts back to where he was. His heart was pounding in fear. He had only seen her hours before, but it felt like weeks, a lifetime. He'd been in a tunnel, and finally, finally, he'd pulled his head out of his ass. He hoped that it wasn't too late. Intellectually, he knew she'd be there and that she still cared. But part of him was terrified that he'd missed his chance.
He ran through the turn-styles and up the stairs onto the streets. It was cold, especially after the warmth of the train. His feet were freezing, his whole body was. The sweat in his hair had turned to ice, but he was glad the rest of him was dry. As he ran, he thought about going to his apartment and changing first. But his heart rejected that thought. He had to see her. He was terrified that the last time he talked to her might have pushed her to finally give up on him. He couldn't bear the thought, for one more moment of her thinking he didn't love her.
He rounded the corner and saw Chesterfields but slowed down only when he was in the foyer. To say that he got looks, face bloodied and bruised and shirtless as he was, was an understatement. He didn't care. The hostess or whatever was trying to tel him he had to leave, but it was just distraction. He looked around trying to spot the mass of red hair that would identify Ayden. Finally he saw her. "Ayden!!!"
he yelled and she turned around from the table she was at.
He drank her in, his heart pounding in his chest. She was so beautiful, even with the look of confusion and concern on her face. She slipped her pad into her apron and came over to him, calming the hostess with a smile and some words. Then she looked at him at him and he felt fear course through him. He saw concern, heard it in her voice. "Connor, why are you doing this to yourself?
He looked at her, completely oblivious to everything else. This had become his focus, she was the center. He took a breath. This was it. She either wanted him or not. He was done wallowing, done running, done hiding. He was done trying to protect himself. If he got hurt, if it killed him even, he didn't care. Staring at her, he said "I love you Ayden. I need you."
Then he stepped forward and kissed her as hard as he could, ignoring the pain from his bruised lips. He was home.
<small>((Ayden modded with permission))</small>
He ran through the turn-styles and up the stairs onto the streets. It was cold, especially after the warmth of the train. His feet were freezing, his whole body was. The sweat in his hair had turned to ice, but he was glad the rest of him was dry. As he ran, he thought about going to his apartment and changing first. But his heart rejected that thought. He had to see her. He was terrified that the last time he talked to her might have pushed her to finally give up on him. He couldn't bear the thought, for one more moment of her thinking he didn't love her.
He rounded the corner and saw Chesterfields but slowed down only when he was in the foyer. To say that he got looks, face bloodied and bruised and shirtless as he was, was an understatement. He didn't care. The hostess or whatever was trying to tel him he had to leave, but it was just distraction. He looked around trying to spot the mass of red hair that would identify Ayden. Finally he saw her. "Ayden!!!"
he yelled and she turned around from the table she was at.
He drank her in, his heart pounding in his chest. She was so beautiful, even with the look of confusion and concern on her face. She slipped her pad into her apron and came over to him, calming the hostess with a smile and some words. Then she looked at him at him and he felt fear course through him. He saw concern, heard it in her voice. "Connor, why are you doing this to yourself?
He looked at her, completely oblivious to everything else. This had become his focus, she was the center. He took a breath. This was it. She either wanted him or not. He was done wallowing, done running, done hiding. He was done trying to protect himself. If he got hurt, if it killed him even, he didn't care. Staring at her, he said "I love you Ayden. I need you."
Then he stepped forward and kissed her as hard as he could, ignoring the pain from his bruised lips. He was home.
<small>((Ayden modded with permission))</small>