Thread: District 7 (Rave & darkangel76)

For the first time since meeting Zaine, Martina felt her first wave of bitter cold and it had nothing to do with the weather. A shiver ran along her spine and her body began to tremble slightly, her hands clutching tightly at the shawl that clung to her body like a second skin. Her eyes shifted away from his face, unable to take in the terrible expression he now seemed to bear. It was like a knife to the heart the way his face had changed, the way it had almost hardened as a darkness began to loom and hang about him as a result of her apology for not being a creature of the heavens. Oh how Martina wished she could take back those words, but they'd only be filled with emptiness and she hardly wanted to fill his heart with false hope and promises she knew that could hardly be kept. Especially after all he'd done for her. It just wouldn't be right. Though she didn't know him, she knew he deserved better than that. He'd saved her, helped her, risked his life for her own. She owed him that much, if not more. But no matter. Gone was the softness, that spark of warmth and awe. Martina wished she could somehow bring it back. But it was hopeless. She was nothing but a common girl, useful to... no one and meaningful probably only to one personher father. And even his patience and love seemed to be wearing thin as she grew. She supposed it was her lot in life to be friendless. Her father had always wanted it that way and so far he'd gotten his wish. Maybe he'd spoken to fate and struck a deal. Martina had to chuckle inwardly at her morbid thoughts. She knew it was just coincidence. But in some strange way, she could relate to the loneliness this man seemed to be suffering. The mere fact that he seemed so desperate for her to take him away spoke of that well enough, but... How had he come to even be here? Why? What had he done? How had he managed to live, to survive? She supposed he'd never tell her now, not any longer now that she no longer she no longer seemed to matter in any way. Why did it even matter? Why had she cared? She didn't know him... she'd only just met him a few minutes ago... Could she really be longing so desperately for someone to care whether she came or went, whether she... Martina blinked hard in that moment as her pale eyes suddenly welled with tears. Quickly, she brought a hand up to her face and brushed them away, hoping that some how Zaine wouldn't see. She knew, most likely, it was in vain. But the girl needed to hope nonetheless. Sitting down next to Zaine, her movements slow and almost deliberate, Martina nodded. I shall stay with you, s-... I mean, Mr. Crawford, or... shall I call you Zaine? She looked down at the ground, her eyes stinging as she kept her eyes fixed upon the stone, terrified to let them stray for fear of upsetting Zaine more than she'd already had. I... I'm sorry I'm nothing more than what I am, but if there is a way out, you are welcome to come with me. She paused a moment. Though I'm not even sure there's a place for me any longer after all I've stirred up, she then admitted, her cheeks turning red as she continued to stare at the floor. And... pardon me, but... what creation? As her words rolled off her tongue and spilled into the air, Martina finally dared to look away from the ground. Her eyes searched the shadows for the form of Zaine who was located only across the way since she'd followed him deeper into the cave. She wondered what he'd meant by that, if he'd explain or if he'd just push her away since all she was now was 'nothing'.