They stood on opposite ends of the apartment staring at eachother. One sat on the couch with a book in his hands, he stared at her from behind the sunglasses that always covered his eyes.
She stood in the doorway of their apartment, she was returning from her friends apartment, her face was riddled with shock and pain at seeing him.
He felt it too, the strange tension between them. He also felt the pain she felt, it ripped out of her and through him. What was worse was that he could feel that she feared him. He had always enjoyed making others fear him, but never like this, he hadn't wanted this. He felt all of this, but he kept his emotions very well hidden, so to her he must of looked like he was angry or that he simply didn't care.
He examined her from behind his glasses. She truely was pretty, she was also kind and sympathetic. She was also danger prowened and stubborn. The girl could be complained about and praised in equal amounts. But now she was moving again so he snapped out of his thinking to watch her.
She was slowley and quietly shutting the door behind her, almost as if she was afraid that noise or sudden movenment would make him attack her. It was a sad fact, but it truely was what she felt, and what was sadder was the fact that this feeling that she felt caused him to feel a most painful regret. He didn't like feeling regret. It wasn't something that he was used to.
Slowley now she came forward to stand in front of him. She kept her distance though, as if by keeping away she would be able to escape him should he spring at her. As if keeping her distance would prevent him from catching her if he ever wanted to.
was this over before? Before it ever began? Your kiss! Your calls! Your crutch like the Devils got you hands!
'Oh.' He thought as he realized that the noise he had been hearing came from the two headphones dangleing from her shoulders.
She stood in the doorway of their apartment, she was returning from her friends apartment, her face was riddled with shock and pain at seeing him.
He felt it too, the strange tension between them. He also felt the pain she felt, it ripped out of her and through him. What was worse was that he could feel that she feared him. He had always enjoyed making others fear him, but never like this, he hadn't wanted this. He felt all of this, but he kept his emotions very well hidden, so to her he must of looked like he was angry or that he simply didn't care.
He examined her from behind his glasses. She truely was pretty, she was also kind and sympathetic. She was also danger prowened and stubborn. The girl could be complained about and praised in equal amounts. But now she was moving again so he snapped out of his thinking to watch her.
She was slowley and quietly shutting the door behind her, almost as if she was afraid that noise or sudden movenment would make him attack her. It was a sad fact, but it truely was what she felt, and what was sadder was the fact that this feeling that she felt caused him to feel a most painful regret. He didn't like feeling regret. It wasn't something that he was used to.
Slowley now she came forward to stand in front of him. She kept her distance though, as if by keeping away she would be able to escape him should he spring at her. As if keeping her distance would prevent him from catching her if he ever wanted to.
was this over before? Before it ever began? Your kiss! Your calls! Your crutch like the Devils got you hands!
'Oh.' He thought as he realized that the noise he had been hearing came from the two headphones dangleing from her shoulders.