And the king saw the girl again…but this time he wouldn’t keep his eyes on her. In wolfhood, the answers were often written on the stars. So why were his eyes on the ground? He agreed to sing with me without a single protest, I’d already prepared a bribe for it. His eyes were strike one, the agreement to sing - strike two, please don’t tell me strike three comes tonight because my poor little heart cannot freaking deal. I held his face in my hand, wondering how it could ever be possible to love anyone in this world more than this, or how I even thought to try in the past. Like did I really try to rebound with Theo of all people? He was a pretty boy, but he was a teensy bit on the gay side right? Oh god, I should not be having these dang thoughts right now.
Where was I? Oh yeah - Let’s discuss the latest dilemma in my life, why was my husband acting like he strangled a cat and was afraid to break the news to me? I knew he had a distaste for kitties, but he wasn’t one to abuse anything unprovoked. He had to know I'd forgive him. My hands were on his face continuing to search for him. Where are you, baby? I hadn’t realized I was frowning until I felt the tension between my eyes. I quickly placed a bandaid over it and gave him a vibrant smile, one of my best. As of late, the cat’s gotten my tongue. I’ll admit that I was frequently dealing with a pretty irrational but rather critical fear. I was under the impression that if I said the wrong thing, a sentence, a word even, he’d leave again. And so I held my breath, not wanting to push or pull the way I used to do. The pieces fit back together perfectly?
My fingers fell through his hair again, aiming to hush whatever was going on inside. Don't push. I would have been lost in him forever if it wasn't for an emo girl and Lucus bumping straight into us. I could barely make out her words over the music, but I knew she was talking to me as her lips were moving and her eyes were set on Sawyer and me. Within the next millisecond, time sped up. I opened my mouth to respond to Luc, but Sawyer's body swallowed mine whole. He said he'd be right back...Where was he going? No...
I tried to grab his hand and just as I went for him, my head got yanked back so far I swear I got whiplash. Someone kissed my forehead and pulled me into a hug. I glared up at the man who was my idiot brother, Michael, and I pushed him away. My eyes found a door toward the back that had just swung closed. The journey there was more tedious than one would think - I could not get anyone to move out of my freaking way.
The space between me and the door felt like lightyears away. Stay...Please stay. It all felt like a bad case of deja-vu. The time sped up while he was leaving, but slowed down as I went for him. I was suddenly in episode twenty of One Tree Hill's season three: Everyday is a Sunday Evening. Close Your Eyes by Turn comes on, Jake walks out, and Peyton closes the door, but then...but then, she opens it back up and...
It was the scene when Brooke finds out about Peyton and my heart was viciously hammered down to my stomach. No point in repair. Oh boy - Here came strike three, no holding back as he was holding her. It was River. Fucking River. That b-i-t-c-h of all people. How could I be so fucking stupid? Her bug eyes stared at me as if she had no idea who I was.
I'm leaving - I went back in the way I came from. This time the push and shove was even more difficult a task as I could hardly see through the tears in my eyes. The oils on my face stung my eyes and made the experience crueler than it needed to be. I bumped into someone, God knows who, and pushed my way through the main exit. I didn't even tell Lenny, I started the engine and just sat in my car like an aardvark.