Post by Brink on Jul 16, 2007 5:16:08 GMT -5
Coldness seeped through him as he looked at his mate. She seemed so scared and so small. Regret came next as John continued to gaze down upon her. "I'm sorry!" She practically screamed her apology at him. That’s it then, its done. he thought. Things would just go back to normal, as if nothing had ever happened. He hoped this was true, that this was the end of all of their fights. John wanted things to go back to normal so badly. He wanted it to be like the time when they ran around Rakine, the first time she told him she loved him. He didn’t want them to be strangers. He didn’t want all of this fear and anger and hate. More than anything he wanted her back. And himself. Both had slipped away from him what seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Please...just...just..." Now, it didn’t seem like it was over. "Just leave."
Just leave…
He was still, only blinking as it slowly registered. The gravity of the words slowly sunk in. Just leave? Just like that? She wanted him to turn around and go? She was honestly asking him to walk away from this, from everything as if it meant nothing to him. As if his own children were meaningless? She knew him. She knew that asking him do to this was ludicrous. He had told her that he wouldn’t leave her. She had said “I never want to be alone.” Those exact words. She wouldn’t be alone though. Fox would be there to pick up the pieces that he had shattered her life into by leaving.
"Go! Please go away, John! Please..."
He felt his stomach give a jolt, but he resisted the urge to vomit. Cold, silent tears no longer streamed down his cheeks and into the pool of blood that continued to collected underneath him. Go?! GO?! The contempt was back. She didn’t care if they were also his kids or that this was also his home. She didn’t care that without them he had no reason to continue. Even more powerful than his contempt was his disgust. Even a blind person (or dog) could sense it. He was pretty sure he even said something along the lines “Ugh” and shook his head in loathing for the mate he thought loved him. You stupid coward, he wanted to say, but he didn’t trust himself to be able to stop at just name calling. His rage might make him attack her like she had attacked him.
“Goodbye Dana.” His voice was cold and impersonal. A clear attempt to hide the pain inside. With that he turned around and began his walk away. He wasn’t wanted here. No point in staying.
This was it. The end. The grand finale to what John had thought was actually something real. “Guess you were wrong,” he growled to himself as he continued onward. Moving hurt from the wound that she had given him, but he would give her the satisfaction of seeing the extent of the damage, so he trekked forward. Before he was completely out of sight, he paused and turned towards Dana, no longer a mate but an enemy, his expression somehow calm and angry at the same time. His eyes, once gentle were now accusing. ‘Are you happy now?’ He wanted to yell at her, but didn’t need to: his looks said it all.
How did this happen? Despite his anger, he wanted to know so badly. What had driven them apart? He knew the answer already. It was him. I don’t care anymore. John did what he usually always did in a situation. Go cold. Stop caring. Or try to convince you and everyone else that you didn’t care.
This was it. The final goodbye.
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