sunday_reveries: Picture Prompt
He wasn't there. I knew he wasn't there and in my heart of hearts, I knew he wasn't coming back. He just left us there, to do... whatever. Die, escape, be hurt... I don't think he had any idea how much that one moment hurt me. Don't get me wrong, I'm a tough bitch. I can take a lotta shit and give most of it back two-fold. But Nate leaving the Six Pack standing there while he went off to chase Stryfe...
It was a complete dichotomy to the night before.
He'd laid in bed with me, naked, and told me a million things he'd never told me before. Like how my eyes remind of him orchids. Or that he had been so damn cruel to me when I first joined because he knew back then that I would become a weakness. HIS weakness. He told me about Jenskot that night and about Tyler; about how much he missed them every single day. He confessed his favorite movie was Blade Runner and that he liked his coffee black. He had an unhealthy obsession with cheesecake and really enjoyed listening to Johnny Cash. He said his voice is what he imagined time would sound like.
It was almost as if he knew. And I never saw it coming.
It made me very happy that I didn't let the words I'd wanted to say to him slip out. Because after that, I wasn't sure I could have ever meant them.