Do You Know Indigo?

Chapter Thirteen

When I stepped out of the care home the Audi TT sat in all of its glamour waiting for me.

I would have rather have walked home than face Kieran. He had played dirty.

But in my imagination I could see the anger burning in his eyes, the bitterness of rejection in his air. I squeezed my hand around the piece of amethyst praying he'd be merciful.

Kieran got out of the car and opened my door for me before I could do so myself. As he stood waiting for me I attempted a small smile of thanks, attempting to be the bigger person. Kieran did not return it.

I slid into the dark interior, pulling my bag with me. Kieran slammed my door shut and in double quick time was in the car, seat belted and door shut. Was he showing off? Kieran smirked, knowing he had my full attention. The engine revved and the car lurched into life. I was afraid of the mighty roar of the engine, more so than of Kieran.

Indigo Boy was silent and mysterious. His hands gripped the wheel tightly as if it were a lifebelt rescuing him from uncertain seas. I watched the emotions flicker threateningly in his eyes. When engulfed by emotions those eyes could destroy the strongest of foes.

Kieran sensed my intense gaze. I felt my cheeks burning but I couldn't help notice the harsh emotions drain from his face and more importantly, his eyes.

"I shouldn't have come on to you after telling you all that," he murmured, pulling a shaky hand through his messy hair. "It was...inappropriate. I'm sorry." Although looking collected he was still as shaken as I was. Telling me his life story had robbed something from him and he was now struggling to figure out what it was.

"It's OK, no harm done." I cleared my throat. "You took me by surprise, that's all." I shrugged briefly touching his hand, icy tendrils shooting through my arm. He pulled his hand away from mine.

"Death is cold. I am a being made of the matter between Heaven and Earth, a lonely cold place. As a human you can't stand the coils of my iciness. That day when you almost got run over, the car barely even touched you. The force of my body broke your arm and the intensity of my chill knocked you out. I'm surprised it didn't kill you," he confessed as I rubbed my hand to try and regain some heat in it.

"To tell you the truth I'm grateful you did, the car would have done much worse," I assured him. I could see the doubt flicker across his face. "Um cold hands; warm heart." I pitied my own awkwardness. "That's what my gran used to say."  I wrangled my hands together. He was still looking so intently at me.

"How can you be so calm? Here you sit with a monstrous being, an incarnation of hopelessness and yet you don't quake with fear or retreat to the furthest point in possibility?" His eyes searched for answers.

"Kieran you're not a monster, melodramatic maybe but nothing to be fearful of." I tugged on my lip. Deep breath Evans. "You save lives and let those go free that are sickened by life itself. You may not be human but why should that make you a monster?" I pulled my knees up onto the seat and waited for his next inevitable argument.

"You may not think that I am a monster but you can't see the fear of death in the eyes of the suicidal. Although they choose the path of death, they still fear it. You don't know how that fear burns me, especially on the night when I let you return. There are no words worthy enough to describe how beautiful, scared and deathly you looked. How could I not save you? You were broken and I wanted to mend you."

"I was human too you know, I never chose this life, it chose me." It chose him out of the whole of humanity.

"In the passed year, since first seeing you, I've been tormented and do you know why?" His eyes burned with intensity. I gulped back the lump that had mounted in my throat.