Still taking these prompts (or any others for that matter).
7. “How long has it been?”
He thought he wanted to be alone, tried his
best to convince himself of that, ran from the world and shut everybody out.
Yet, she wasn’t the one who started this.
Wolfgang was sitting outside, watching the
sunset, wondering where he should go from there.
Kala was on the roof, watching the city bellow
lit against the night sky, wondering what would happen to them.
It was the first time they were alone since
what happened at his uncle’s house. Wolfgang needed space, and she gave it to
him. Their growing control of their abilities meant she was able to show her
support, let him feel she was there, without actually pushing her presence.
This visit was his doing, not hers; he was
reaching out even against his will. She sat with him, eyes front, letting him
decide what to do. He stood with her, looking at the city rather than her eyes,
not knowing what to do.
“How long has it been?” Aside from the help
during Riley’s rescue, Wolfgang was avoiding contact with his cluster, with all
humans if he was being honest.
“Two weeks,” Kala answered. She didn’t know how
to react, was afraid of scaring him away.
“I shouldn’t be doing this; it’s not safe for
you to be around me.”
“I’m not afraid of you. What happened that day
can’t change this.”
He turned to face her; she mimicked the
movement. “I’m a monster, and I need to keep away from you before you get hurt.”
‘Like Felix’, he thought, couldn’t say.
Her eyes on him were almost too much. He
expected fear, could understand disgust, but the unabated love he saw there was
something he didn’t know how to deal with. She placed her hand on his face.
“You are not a monster-”
“How can you not see it? After what I did-”
“What we did. Together. Do you really think I
would have built that bomb and helped you kill them if I thought you were a
monster? If you really think that what you did is terrible and unforgivable,
then you should at least see that you are not the only one who is responsible
for what happened.”
“It’s different. It’s…” He turned away; the
weight of those feelings was more than he could bear.
But she wouldn’t allow that. She moved to face
him again. “There is nothing you can say or do to convince me that you are a
“Kala. I’m not a good man, I’m a thief, I’m a
“I don’t care. Maybe this means that I’m not a
good person either, but I don’t care. I love you.”
Kala framed his face with her hands, holding
him in place. They stared at each other for a moment, then Kala kissed him,
trying to pass with their connection all that she felt.
When they separated, he spoke first. “I’m
He disappeared, stopping his visit and keeping
her away. She could push it if she really wanted to, for her presence on him,
but she wouldn’t start this now. If he needed more time, then she would wait.