Senseless

town

Shoes felt incredibly weird. Nash insisted I wear the strap with the gun holster so I could grab it at any given time, though I didn't even know how to use one. I wore a dress so I could access it easily, with a pair of heels I'd found in my closet matching. My hair fell into my curls and I wobbled out uncertainly on the heels, not used to walking in them anymore.

Nash was waiting by the door with the holster and the pastel-blue gun and I quickly tugged it onto my leg. My thigh was noticeably skinnier, and I almost cringed when I saw it. Finally, we left. Nash had given me a new phone, not sure where my old one had gone, and I looked at it distantly in the car. When we left the gates, I focused my attention on the world outside. I'd missed it while stuck in that hole.

"Pretty?" Nash smiled, his lip ring tugging slightly. I felt my heart leap slightly at the sight, but merely nodded. "We are a little outside Wisconsin, so it'll take an hour or two to get there. I figured you'd like to just drive around and look for a little bit."

I felt a small smile tugging at my lips, but my face couldn't seem to finish the act. I looked at the button on the door and pressed it, watching as the window rolled down. He was going so fast, it whipped my hair around crazily and I blew out a spurt of air when a strand went into my mouth. Nash laughed, the sound causing butterflies to stir in my stomach. He probably noticed my slight change, because a knowing smirk appeared on his face. Of course, Nash noticed everything. I'd just found out why he was so observant, with it being his job to notice untrustworthiness and lies.

The feeling reminded me of a few times when there had been storms; the wind had ripped through the broken window and felt amazing on my skin. My eyes rolled back as I leaned into the wind. Chill bumps arose on my arms; it was extremely cold at that point of the year, but I didn't mind. Nash didn't seem to, either, so I let the cold air whip through the car as he rolled his window down as well.

"So..." he began conversationally. I didn't like that, but I just let him ask anyway. "Why did you really jump out the window?"

"To stall them from leaving. You know that," I said quietly.

"Yeah, but I don't believe that," he said. One eyebrow rose and I rolled the window back up so the noise wouldn't be annoying us. The sound was suddenly less relaxing as he accusingly said, "I think you secretly wanted the impact to kill you." I kept my face stoic, keeping the surprise away. "I know you, Sabine. You wanted to get away, but you would have been fine with being killed on impact as well."

"No." I shook my head, trying to stay calm as I looked at my heeled feet.

"Don't try to lie. Your perfect lying skills have gotten a little rusty since you've been gone." His narrowed eyes turned back to the road and his grip tightened on the wheel. "You may not always be a selfish person, but that was an incredibly selfish move."

"Well, it got me out," I snapped, glaring at him. "Either way, that would have gotten me out."

His jaw clenched and anger seemed to fall into a cloud over him as he drove. I let the silence fill the car, basking in the comfort of it. Silence was what I was used to, and it was what I liked. Nash seemed agitated, though, and I didn't like that. His stirred emotions almost made me uncomfortable, feeling unsettled by the tense air around us.

I shifted, moving closer to the door and leaning my head against the window. He seemed to change on a snap, letting out a breath and leaning his head back against the window. It was as if his thoughts had a battle in his head and he was slowly losing. I watched him, apprehensively chewing at my bottom lip.

It was over an hour before we arrived at the diner. I made my way slowly out of the car, looking around in wonder. It hadn't changed. There were only a few cars, one of which looked vaguely familiar. Nash helped me on my heels. "Why didn't you wear normal shoes?" His eyes twinkled in amusement as I stumbled again.