Prompt Post - Part Four [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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He started down but Barbara stayed at the top, it didn’t take long to notice considering she was his light source. Pausing he looked at her, “Aren’t you coming?”
“You’ve done this a lot, haven’t you?’
Wally frowned, “Done what?”
She smiled faintly, “Tried to confess.”
“Oh,” Wally scowled, and turned to look down the stairs at the lights, “Yeah…I have.”
Barbara walked down and hesitantly placed her hand on his shoulder, “You’ll get through someday, and I know he’ll accept,” she paused, “It’s just bad luck.”
When Wally didn’t say anything Barbara removed her hand and headed down the stairs. For a moment longer Wally remained where he was before with a sigh he followed after her. At the bottom of the stairs there was a collection of police men that had been at the party- off duty- and Barbara’s dad. Wally managed to smile through the whole thing; even if his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. He wasn’t quite sure this was just bad luck.
The power outage remained a mystery for that night and the party was called to a close. It was only in the light of day that they found a little device hidden and un-seeable in the black of last night, the cause of the power outage. Some thief had been aiming to steal from the rich partygoers; he was arrested a few days later of course. Wally went home without getting to see Dick, and he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something more at work than just a string of bad luck. If something was scientifically against him being able to confess. It was a very childish thought, sort of, but Wally found it just as odd that he could attempt to confess over 70 times- last night had been 76- and each time have something come up and knock him back. Wally sometimes wondered why he kept trying.
No matter how many times he’d wonder that his mind would wander back to the reasons. To the smiles and the looks and the energy and…and to just Dick, and with renewed hope- getting fainter each time he failed- he’d keep going. He’d get it out there someday…right?
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