Brendon's mind swims. It fights through the rough, what seems like ocean, currents of the atlantic, thrashing him right before he thinks he is slipping under. All he can see is the water, the bright clear water that is sweeping him away. But he is not facing the lake..
Brendon's gaze is fixed on Terra' eyes, the deep, blue, hypnotizing holes. He was not at all fighting through water, but lost in her eyes; The slightly younger girl's lips part open as to say something, but no words come out. Brendon stands there, almost paralized, waiting for her to say something. What could SHE posably have to say to him after what she did to him.
"fancy seeing you here," says Terra shyly and quite.
Brendon looks around, at the sunlight reflecting off the water that suddenly seems too bright. "HEY! Look! There he is! It's Brendon Bales!" Shouts a kid running up the woodchip path leading up to where him and Terra were standing...He had with behind him a large crowd of people pointing cameras at him. They some closer and closer untill the cameras are practically in his face. Now the crowd of paparazzi snapping pictures of them seemed utteraly too bright. He glimsed at the shade of the painfully familiar blue of Terra's eyes once again.. his stomach sways.
He tries to speak, knowing there are cameras directed at them from every angle but his heart is racing, his palms of his hands are sweating and he's got to get out of there now. He wants to tell Terra to go fuck off, to tell her to run off to her handsome, perfect husband and never speak to him again.
But what he ends up saying is "Yeah...fancy that."
