Run.

Lies

I knocked on the door hesitantly, it was stupid of me to be nervous about talking to my own best friend. But a part of him was scared of me, so I wanted to show him it was his decision to let me in, not me just forcing myself in.

He opened the door, he knew it was me outside, his eyes said it all. They were trembling almost, analysing every single thing I was doing in case of a sneak attack. Did he really think I was that much of a monster now?

We stood there like two idiots just staring at one another. When had my Darcy decided that he was safer with me as far away from him as possible?

He ushered me in.

He closed the door behind me and stood a distance away from him.

"I'm sorry, Darce...about Alexis." I shouldn't be apologising on her behalf, but she wasn't going to. Her feelings towards Darcy came very close to hatred.

"Well I'm still alive so I can't say she's a complete monster." He shrugged and his voice towards me was...indifferent? It was lifeless. He talked to Chuck with more emotion than he talked to me.

"Does this have to be uncomfortable between us? We're best friends, Darcy." But his feelings were more. I knew they were, I hated that he felt something for me.

"I have two options, Emilia," He began pacing the room. "I can leave and carry out my life and try to find some semblance of happiness," He wasn't looking at me as he said that but his next words came with a hard stare. "Or I can stay, with the knowledge that I'm in love with you and can never have you."

My throat was dry as he looked at me, begging me to tell him what to do. He didn't want to make this decision and I didn't want him to, but I think he had already made his decision. The fact that he told me this meant he knew what he was going to do, he wanted me to choose though. I wouldn't. I was selfish, I wanted him here because he represented...not a normal life, but my life before all this danger. I should let him go though, a good friend would, but I couldn't. Darcy was home to me, familiar and safe and like a brother. But those words would hurt him. He wanted more.

"What did you choose?" I croaked out with emotion.

He didn't reply right away, instead he seemed to be searching my eyes with his dazzling blue ones. They were always so soft and now they were cold and hard as ice. He had changed so much. This wasn't supposed to be his life. He shouldn't be here.

He walked up to me before I could process his actions, his steps were determined almost and calculated, but I shouldn't have been watching his steps, instead I should have seen his eyes and realised his intentions.

He pulled my lips to his and locked us in a kiss he thought to be passionate but I thought to be...invasive. I couldn't move, I was stuck between tearing his heart out or giving him this one moment he craved. I wanted to make him happy, that was why I hesitated, but I pictured Alexis and her anger and how quickly she would kill him. So I pushed him away and felt my lips almost awaken with relief.

The kiss was for him, he wanted it so he took it, I hated it. I felt nothing of what he felt, all I felt like was a toy. Just for a moment I had allowed him to play with me, I was his toy for that one moment in the hopes it would bring him some kind of joy. But when I pushed him away I shattered that joy.

"She will kill you." I warned Darcy, I felt like he needed to hear the words, he needed to understand that I did love him...like a brother, and that's why I couldn't just let him die.

"You let me." He argued.

"I did...because you needed it, not because I wanted you to." I clarified. "She will kill you, Darcy. Don't die for me." I walked towards the door. "You should go," I nodded to myself. "You want happiness and you won't find it here."