Hopeless - A Powerless Fanfiction

Paedyn

I'm practically speechless, after he told me how he felt. I wasn't expecting this. I was expecting anger, frustration, coldness. I was expecting the enforcer. I wasn't expecting Kai. I assumed he'd hide away from me and pretend to be the cold, calculating enforcer he usually is. I was caught totally off guard when Kai spoke to me without any of his masks on. It was just him. No enforcer. No duties. Just the truth. I suppose I don't know him as well as I thought. It breaks my heart to even think about that. But it was the truth, wasn't it?

'Unrequited love' those two words kept spinning in my head. He felt like his love was unrequited. My heart ached at the thought, the thought that this whole time he felt this way. If I had known, I would've done things so differently. I would have. I would have. I would have. 

If only I had known. I'd have never gotten so angry at him. I'd never have said all those things to him. I would've never asked him those damn questions. I wouldn't have tried to use his brother against him. I wouldn't have tried to use his duty against him. I wouldn't have tried to do anything. 

I'd have accepted I was in the wrong. But I didn't did I? 

"Well? And don't try scheming something to get you out of this situation, it won't help you at all, not at this point of time anyway," his voice snapped me back to the present. He asked me a question. A question I desperately want to answer. A question I know the answer to. But my mouth doesn't seem to move. It's just stuck in place. My eyes are the only thing talking now, and I hope he can see the flood of thoughts, the storm of emotions running through them. To know none of it was fake. To know I always loved him, and always will love him. 

"Yes. Yes, it was all real. Every conversation. Every kiss. Every feeling. I felt all those things too." 

The word barely manages to tumble out of my mouth, as my breathing increases, we're inches away from each other, with his hands caging me in. I can feel his suspicion, as he brings one of his hands away from the wall, and to my chin. Not in a loving way, but roughly, like I'm nothing to him. I'm an ordinary, he's an elite. He's the very thing I've spent my whole life running from, and pretending to be, and I'm the very thing he's spent his whole life hunting. Predator and prey. Hunter and hunted. Tormentor and tormented. Face to face. 

His eyes are a mysterious cloudy Gray now, there are thoughts and emotions I can't decipher looming inside of them. He searches my face again; he looks like he's contemplating on whether or not to believe me or not. I try pushing his hands away, with my own, but he releases me right before I try to, and finally says "I believe you, but that doesn't mean I forgive you" 

Relief and sadness wash over me at the same time. It was better than what I had expected, but worse than I had hoped for. It still meant there was a chance to mend our relationship. 

Before I can reply to him, the door opens ferociously fast, causing a large creaking sound which resembled that of chalk on a blackboard, resulting in me to cover my ears at instinct. 

It was Mak, and he didn't look good at all, if anything he looked like a blend of scared, worried and concerned.

"Your five minutes are up; we have to go now; I'll explain soon I promise, but you've got to trust me, we don't have much time."