I'm scared to death of what I feel for you... [Locked]
Vaughn's sitting nervously in Grant Park, on a bench. He keeps looking at his hands, keeps thinking about the gun he's got. Because he can't deny it any more.
Syd? Isn't his Syd.
There is a Syd who is his, even though she's not really his. And then there is... pseudo!Syd, psycho!Syd, not!Syd. The one he met in the alley, the one who kissed him. He wanted it to be her, desperately wanted it, but now he can see it's not.
It's not. And he's not sure who it is. Which is why he's arranged to meet with her here, in the park.
Which is why he brought a gun.
Let the doom begin.
Syd? Isn't his Syd.
There is a Syd who is his, even though she's not really his. And then there is... pseudo!Syd, psycho!Syd, not!Syd. The one he met in the alley, the one who kissed him. He wanted it to be her, desperately wanted it, but now he can see it's not.
It's not. And he's not sure who it is. Which is why he's arranged to meet with her here, in the park.
Which is why he brought a gun.
Let the doom begin.