[OTC] Soothe
[Set in Gorgeous. Michael = feel_theburn, Madeline = 1mountain_aday.]
Bela had returned from Madeline’s to find an empty loft, no Michael in sight. It wasn’t exactly a comforting feeling, given the events of the past two days, but she figured that it was better than coming home to find a dead body. The Charger wasn’t in the driveway, so she was free to assume-to hope-that Michael would be home momentarily. It was either that or assume the worst and she couldn’t, wouldn’t, do that right now. That was a punch she didn’t want to roll with, therefore she wasn’t even going to think about it.
The hours passed and the panic started to rise in her stomach. She couldn’t call, because if he was in the middle of the job, she could wind up getting him killed, and she could only silently will him to call her so many times. Each time the phone did ring, she jumped, thinking that it could possibly be from Madeline or Sam telling her something horrible had happened. That wasn’t what the calls were, but every crank call, telemarketer, or client that called was doing nothing to soothe the feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had a feeling that nothing would until he was back and standing in front of her. And that was going to take some time.
Just when she was about tired of sitting still, and ready to head out and try to find him, the door to the loft blew open, and he was there. She made her way closer, pulling him in and sliding her arms around his neck. There wasn’t anything that needed to be said for a long time, before it was eating at her too much, and she had to know. Good or bad, for better or for worse.
“Is it over?”
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Bela had returned from Madeline’s to find an empty loft, no Michael in sight. It wasn’t exactly a comforting feeling, given the events of the past two days, but she figured that it was better than coming home to find a dead body. The Charger wasn’t in the driveway, so she was free to assume-to hope-that Michael would be home momentarily. It was either that or assume the worst and she couldn’t, wouldn’t, do that right now. That was a punch she didn’t want to roll with, therefore she wasn’t even going to think about it.
The hours passed and the panic started to rise in her stomach. She couldn’t call, because if he was in the middle of the job, she could wind up getting him killed, and she could only silently will him to call her so many times. Each time the phone did ring, she jumped, thinking that it could possibly be from Madeline or Sam telling her something horrible had happened. That wasn’t what the calls were, but every crank call, telemarketer, or client that called was doing nothing to soothe the feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had a feeling that nothing would until he was back and standing in front of her. And that was going to take some time.
Just when she was about tired of sitting still, and ready to head out and try to find him, the door to the loft blew open, and he was there. She made her way closer, pulling him in and sliding her arms around his neck. There wasn’t anything that needed to be said for a long time, before it was eating at her too much, and she had to know. Good or bad, for better or for worse.
“Is it over?”
301 words