The Wicked Luna

Twenty Six

You know those classic romance stories where a guy an girl crash into each and sparks fly?

Where they mesh face, say I'm sorry and gallop off into the glowing sunset riding a white horse.

Well whoever came up with that horrid, dreadful lie has a pretty good way of spinning things. Because as Cayson clutches me in his arms, unsure of who I am, sparks do not fly. His eyes are still downcast staring at my hands. Cayson's eyebrows wrinkle in confusion noticing the familiarity of them.

My heart races in my chest, and my muscles tense. My body gives a slight shiver, unsure on how to react. His bronze wavy locks are inches from my nose. The sweet fickle aroma of some type of shampoo drifting right into my nose.

"I'm sorry" he says politely " I didn't mean-.." but the words stop.

Slowly his eyes lift, and a hundred different emotions flit through them. No longer were those bottle green eyes soft. Now, they were bitter. Callous. Unforgiving. He swallows his words the moment those eyes land on me. We did not kiss to make up for longing feelings. Instead he backs away from me letting the world spin in slow motion.

I have the itching urge to reach out and snag his hand. The urge to beg for forgiveness, or ask how he has been. Instead I purse my lips, folding my hands neatly in front of me. I stand stiffly, trying my best to not let my lips visibly tremble. I avoid those stormy eyes that could wash with me away with one glance.

"Why?" He whispers more to himself. Then he clears his throat, toughing up " What are you doing here?"

He delivered the words coldly. As if he's been stuck in the freezer and left there. Perhaps it seems like it to him.  It takes me a minute to answer, as all those words I visualized saying to him retreat. Hiding in the back of my brain.

"I-I" I stutter " I'm working on a project."

I glance up, my breathe catching in my throat. The world seemed to stop spinning the moment our eyes meet. There is another thing I notice under the soft glow of the golden hallways although. He is paler, the circles under his eyes bigger. He looked just as sick as me.

For once my words are not cold and bitter. They are confused, jumbled, unable to comprehend what I should say. Or how I should say it. He raises an eyebrow yet I still can't get past the icy chips those eyes have become.

"Just say it" I say. I know I'm treading on thin water. Ready to submerge under the hostile waves and gasp for air at his answer, I clench my fists.
"I have nothing to say to you anymore. Ever," He snarls " you made that perfectly clear a couple of weeks ago."

Like I suspected the words pour on my head like a bucket of cold water. What did I expect his answer to be? Forgiving and longing were probably what I was more after. My heart continues to thump in my heart dreadfully.

"I did it for you!" I say mildly agitated.
"No, I believe you pannicked when you actually realized you care for someone. Because that's what you do Lilith, you run. You sprint far away from what actually matters."

His nostrils are flared and my fists are clenched. We glare at each other. Green to green. Locked in a silent battle between who is right.

"Don't you dare spit my morals in my face" I snap " I did this thing to keep you alive. Do you understand how dangerous that-that thing is out there! It has killed Alphas. It does not care who it has to kill. It's will destroy any collateral damage in the process."
"So now I'm collateral damage?" He spits venomously.

It's childish I know but I stamp my foot in irritation. Running my hands through my thick dark hair I want nothing more than to scream. But at the same time I wanted to run into his arms and pull him close to my body. I wanted to listen to the strong and steady beating of his heart and pour out how much Ive missed him.

"I never said that! You were never collateral damage ok! I don't understand why your so angry with me, I only did what would protect you."
"Angry wth you? I'm furious! And if this beast was killed would you ever come back to collect me? Let me wait for years, months, weeks, and pop up asking for me. Thinking things would be spectacular. Thinking I would wait forever."
"No" I hiss " where are you getting these wild assumptions?"
"It's kind of hard to pull of facts when your just so" he pauses " so-so unpredictable."

We are both screaming now, anger lashing out with each of our words. I want to scream at him some more. Tell him I'll be gone soon and he can go back to his life without me. But something else inside me whispers Imissyou,Imissyou.

"I'm sorry ok?" I say softer " I'm sorry things had to go like this."
"How long will you be here" he snaps still hostile.
"As long as I want" I retort back anger pulsing through me.

I glance into his eyes and momentarily catch it. The suppressed flutter of an emotion. Of longing, or perhaps greatfulness. But it's gone under a mask of rage before I can tempt it out.

"Just stay away from me" he mutters bitterly.

I don't answer but instead watch him walk away. Down the barely lit golden hallways. All the Iloveyou's and Imissyou's hanging on my lips.

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Short chapter I'm sorry!

Anyway I'm so very excited that Cayson and Lilith's paths have crossed again.

I can't wait to start writing them as a pair again!!!