There are five days until the plan initiates. In three days, Warner, Juliette, Brendon, Winston, Ian, Kenji,and Castle are going in to send a message to Sector 45. Alia, James, and I are staying here. The real plan to take out Anderson initiates in five days.
Today has been about projecting my ability through walls, which has been working out unsuccessfully.
Now I watch my ex girlfriend fall in love with my half-brother.
It no longer hurts like hell, but it's confusing as hell to process.
They're always having private conversations, and then staring at each other the rest of the time.
He kisses her forehead, tells her a few more things, and disappears into the elevator.
When she turns around, she immediately catches my eye. I need to talk to her, I need to say something. Anything.
I find myself walking up to her.
"Adam" she says, nearly gasping, expecting me to say something threatening.
What she doesn't know is I'm exhausted with being angry.
"Can I see your arm?" I calmly ask.
She looks at me, her eyes wide with confusion.
But I hold out my hand and wait.
She looks down at my hand, and gently places her arm in it.
Slowly, I remove her glove and place her bare skin in the palm of my hand.
My heart sinks. I stare down at our skin in pure confusion, silently hoping for something to happen.
Seconds go by, and I feel fine.
I've controlled it.
"Do you feel anything?" Juliette questions.
" ....nothing" I answer, without meeting her eyes.
" ....so you've controlled it?" Juliette asks.
She could've waited and we would've been alright.
Things would've turned out so differently.
Would things be different?
"Are you okay?" she says.
"I'm fine" I say. "That-that's the problem, I'm completely fine".
" .....i-it wouldn't have worked out anyways" she quietly says. "We're both so different now, we want different things".
"I would've waited" I tell her. "If the rules were reversed".
" .....you weren't enough for me, Adam" she confesses.
She might as well have just punched me in the face.
"Because we never had...." I begin. "Wait, you think that's my fault?".
"Not just that, Adam" Juliette says.
"Then what? Tell me. I need to know so I don't make the same mistake" I tell her.
"Let go of my arm, please" she breathes.
I hadn't realized I had been tightening my grip on her skin. I quickly release her and take a step back.
"Whatever happened between us doesn't matter anymore" she continues.
"Really?" I say. "Because if it weren't for me, you'd still be in that goddamn asylum. Or have you forgotten that detail?".
"Of course I haven't" she says. "I meant our relationship".
"Right" I chuckle. "It never meant anything".
"Adam, why can't you see what's happened? I wanna....live, and not just survive. You were holding me back from that, and this?" she take my hand. "All this has managed to prove is you're extremely good at turning me off".
That stung.
Its no use trying to talk reason into her, I realize. She's made up her mind.
I take another step back.
"I'm sorry" I apologize and quickly take off before I lose my pride.
As I walk away, Castle confronts me.
"Mr.Kent, our training?" he says.
"I'm not in the mood" I say, walking past him.
"Mr.Kent!" he calls.
I turn around, still walking.
"Get off my cap!" I say and turn back around.
All he ever wants to do is train, all day long. I don't wanna train, I'm tired of it all. I'm tired of being stuck in this hellhole where everyone's a hellish piece of shit.
Well, maybe with the exception of two.
Alia's laughing at the other end of the training room, James has managed to pick her up with no problem.
She catches my eye and smiles. She motions for me to join them.
But I slightly shake my head and walk away. I'll only ruin their fun.
I find my corner and sink until I'm on the floor.
What the hell am I doing?
"Hey" a voice calls.
I can't help but look up because I'd recognize that soft voice anywhere.
She's the only person I really want to see right now.
Alia kneels in front of me.
" ....hi" I whisper.
I don't know what to say to her. I have about a million things to tell her but nothing comes to mind when she's present.
I forget everything.
She looks away and brings out her notebooke and a pencil, lying on her stomach in front of me. She props up her elbows and begins to sketch something.
It doesn't take long for me to figure out what she's drawing.
And it doesn't take long for her to finish.
"Let me see" I say.
Hesitantly, but willingly, she hands me the notebook.
I look at the drawing of me that could be mistaken for a photo rather than a drawing.
The drawing of me is looking forward with no expression. My elbow is propped on my knee and rests in my dark hair. And though Alia has no color to draw with, my eyes somehow still look blue.
I smile.
" ...I kinda love you, Alia Baudelaire"
Her eyes lock on me, and I'm surprised she hasn't blushed yet.
Instead, she reaches up. Her chin dives to mine, our jaws brush against each other as she places the gentlest kiss on my cheek.
My lips skim her skin as she pulls away.
I want more. I wanna kiss her with all I have until both of us go numb.
But perhaps she wants to take things slow.
After what happened with Juliette, rushing got me no where.
Alia nestles into my chest, in between my legs. One of her hands rests next to her nose, on my chest, the other lies in a fist.
When my arms wrap around her, she's pulled closer.
This is enough for me.
And I know Alia well enough to know its enough for her too.
