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Echo *:*Team Crafted FF*:*

Chapter eight: "Ian's remorse"

I'm insane, I am smart! All it takes is a spark to ignite my bad intentions!

Omniscient P.O.V.

Echo lay on her bed, cradling a small doll. It had no hair, or any important features, just two buttons and an X for a mouth, it was made out of an old material that was stitched together. To any one else, it'd seem like it was just a plain old rag, but to Echo; it meant the world. Only Echo knows why, but when anyone would ask her why, she'd just say,

"Maybe, one day, when it happens to you, I'll tell you."

She never tells anyone what 'it' is. Which makes them worry.

Ian stood in front of her door, a bowl of Mac n' cheese in one hand. He knocked on the door. A silent "enter" was heard, and he opened the door gently, "Hey, Echo. I brought you some lunch." He set the bowl down on her night stand, and sat on her bed. His eyes landed on the doll.

Yes, he's seen it many times before. However, she only takes it out in a bad situation, or when she's feeling bad. She looked up from the doll, a ghost smile on her pale pink lips. "Thank you, Ian."

He smiled at her, "No problem." With that, a kiss on the forehead and a tousle of her hair, he left. She tensed for a moment. She didn't want a repeat of the Jason-fiasco. No. One time was already enough.

She looked at the bowl, "Well, he did bring it up here...I might as well." She set the doll down next to her, and grabbed the bowl, shoving a spoonful of the meal into her mouth.

Ian grunted as his friends talked about Echo. He was never really the type to hit a girl, so when he would be with the guys he'd just insult her. It never felt good. However, each time he saw her, the hole that his ex made in his heart filled up a bit. This time, the kiss-despite it being on the forehead, his heart was fired up. He knew this feeling. Pity? No. Remorse? Yes and... Love? Ding-Ding-Ding!

"She's a complete bitch, guys!" Jason said, cutting off the rest of the conversations. "I mean, look. We try and help her, but she locks herself up in that dull room of hers!"

Ian glanced at the stairs. Since he was once part of the army , he was trained to see all movements around him. He saw a flash of brown and blue. 'Echo...'

While Jason was full on ranting about Echo, being too oblivious to see that she was only a yard away. Even if Jason did spark an interest, and possibly more, for Echo he'd never tell the boys. So he needed a facade. A rude, mean, harsh, unsuspecting facade.

Ian glared impatiently at Jason, who was also oblivious to this too. "Jason," Ian breath out. Jason looked at him, and stopped talking, motioning for him to continue

"Shut the fuck up."