Secret Stalker

Chapter :20:

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The tension in the air was but a molecule away from slicing Eleonora's arms. She stared at it in peculiar concentration, honestly expecting to see the sign peep in any moment. She waited for the red lines to climb unto her skin creating a thin -oh so painful-gash to force the skin to give way for the blood to come oozing out. She stared for the stinging pain to start and accost her arms, coming from the awkwardness that has invaded the air. Source: certain two people that go by the names of Eleonora Lawson and Lyndon Halle.

The thoughts running through the heads of the pair of people sitting before each other could only be described as a typhoon that had no inclination whatsoever on what to swoop in and destroy and thus decided to drop by and say hello to everything.

"Your arm must be exceedingly unique to have such a large capacity to seize your attention for such a long period of time. I wonder what it has?" Lyndon quipped, startling Eleonora out of the reverie she was in.

Her head shot up, causing her gaze to meet with that of Lyndon's. He was sending her a questioning and slightly amused look. It was no secret that they were both aware of the elephant in the room but neither of them seemed to want to address it.

One of the main reasons behind the entry of this very elephant was the very personal and even historical revelation Lyndon made in the Passage of the Perished. For a man that was described as cold and closed off, his actions were ones to raise eyebrows.

For Eleonora, it was all very sudden. She wasn't expecting the confession of his family as they stood in the eerie hallway filled with the reminders of the dead. Perhaps it was the very location that pushed Lyndon to open up.

For whatever reason though, there stood the fact that Eleonora was one of the few people in the town of Sallyville that actually knew what was behind the cold exterior of the person that came closest to becoming a celebrity. She didn't know how small the number of few people were. Many knew tidbits but not even a taste of the whole story.

Suddenly, Eleonora realized that she had failed to respond to Lyndon's question. "Nothing really. I was just thinking..."

She left that sentence hanging, praying and hoping that Lyndon would take the hint that she was processing all that he had dumped on her. It wasn't that she didn't want to know or didn't care, there was plenty of caring on her behalf; more than she liked to admit. She just needed time to formulate a proper response for the heavy story Lyndon had given her.

A sharp outbreak of breath exited Lyndon and the sound made its way to Eleonora's ears. She looked at him as he assaulted his hair with his fingers, creating pathways in-between the black locks.

"I realize that this is...awkward, Miss Lawson. I personally had no intention of producing all of that in the spur of the moment, it was a mistake. I..." he trailed off, probably realizing that he was at total loss about what to say.

Eleonora looked at him with a feeling of sympathy growing within her. He had just unzipped a large portion of his baggage to a person he knew only because of his little brother. The poor man probably has no idea how to proceed. I'll have to be the one that makes the move. Eleonora thought.

"How about we agree on this?" she started, "I'll hang on to what you told me and we'll not talk about it. At least until we are both ready."

The blue orbs lightened slightly in relief, lifting Eleonora's spirits as well. The last thing she wanted was the tension what was in the room to remain between her and Lyndon.

He nodded, "A splendid idea Miss Lawson. Just say the word when you are. Now, if we have that part cleared, why don't we proceed to out lunch? I'm sure I'm not the only one to agree with that idea." he said with a slight upward tilt of his lips.