Thread: What Might Have Been (AndNich123 & Reydan)

His voice called out to her, like a beacon of hope, a light from a lighthouse bringing her back from the edge of her own anxiety. She searched for him in the direction the sound of his voice came from. 'Of course,' she thought, surprised she had forgotten about the little room off from the kitchen. She knew it was there. It was a room she had been in before. A memory flashed, one of her perched on a surface there, him standing in between her parted legs. They were both fully clothed. It wasn't a memory laced with lust. Instead it was a tender moment, one where his lips had gently, slowly brushed against her own, her fingertips lightly touching his face. It was a memory she couldn't allow herself to get lost in. Not now. Not here. As she stepped closer, it became clear he had been hard at work, and it appeared as though the vehicle he had been working on had won. She couldn't help but smile broadly. A slight giggle even escaped her lips. It was a welcomed sound, a welcomed feeling. It wasn't long after that, he reached for a shirt and pulled it over his body. In a sense, she was glad he had done so. Seeing him there, like that, it was almost more than she could handle. He had changed. Of course he had changed. Though she hadn't been there, time had marched on. If it wasn't clear enough when she saw Jenny and Daniel, it certainly was now. Time had been good to him. There was no denying that. Following his lead, she went into the kitchen once again. The smell of the cleaner hit her senses once again. It was familiar, comforting, perhaps more so now since he was with her. She could hear the clinking of the cup, and she knew what he was doing. Tea. It was staple in the house. A thought of his mother came to mind. Again she smiled, but this time her back was to him as she was looking around the room that at one time felt like home. She quickly took a seat. Thank you, she told him softly, not even sure if it was loud enough for him to hear, as she took the tea from him. Her fingers wrapped around the cup, and she starred at the liquid it held. The words drew her to the edge. She could feel a lump in her throat. All he had said was that she looked tired. She wanted to tell him she was and that she hadn't been sleeping well. When Jenny came into the room, she was actually glad. It took the focus from her to someone else, and it gave her to time to force the growing emotions back down where she wanted them. She didn't have to look at Jenny to feel the daggers that were coming from her. They were well deserved. That was a fact she would never deny. Her steps related her feelings even more. Thanks, she told him, looking up in time to catch Daniel's exit. She watched him disappear, returning her gaze to Charles when he spoke. There it was again though, brought back to the surface with such ease by a few simple words. It wasn't the words. It wasn't even the tone. It was the person speaking them. She had never thought she would see him again, and now here he was, right in front of her, talking to her. This seemed impossible. He should hate her, and perhaps he did. Charles always was a better person than her. Again, that was a fact she would not deny. He was kind. Certainly he had a good heart and was a caring person, but it was his kind nature that she had noticed first about him. Through everything, through the years that had passed, he had not lost that. His eyes looking into hers' reflected that. It was a moment where she could through all that happened and see the boy that she had been so in love with inside the man before her. What was it that she needed? She needed.. For you to take a shower maybe, she teased, trying to lighten the mood. It was a futile attempt, or so she thought. I wish I could fix bridges, she told him softly, her eyes darting to the direction Jenny and Daniel had disappeared to. She hates me, she began, lifting the cup to take a sip. I don't blame her, but.I'd like to try.and fix things. Well..make them better..somehow, but I know..she'll never fogive me..and I don't blame her. Again she took another sip. I really don't blame her, but if you..will tell her how sorry..I am..and that I never meant..to hurt..her. I never meant..to hurt..anyone..most of all you, Charles. Hearing the words finally come out of her mouth brought such a feeling over her. It was one she couldn't even put into words. I did what I did, and I don't blame you if you never forgive me, but Charles.., she looked around the kitchen quickly, gathering her courage. Would you like to take a walk with me?