Thread: Broken Dreams {Father Figure & AnnaBeth Belle}

He'd known. Of course he had, that was why he was here. He was not being cruel towards anyone in understanding that there was no such thing as a special snowflake, that individuals often took many of the same paths in life, and that like the biological computers that they were...if they exhibited certain traits and were impacted with the same variables then they would arrive at the same solutions. So he had gauged the proper amount of input he had to provide in order to get the output that he had expected, in the end it had nothing to truly do with him, but that was something she would realize when the time came. For now he had to be patient and allow her the ability to come to that realization. He couldn't let her know yet that the realization was something integral, something important, something that would let her understand that just because you were not some unique creature...that you could be. That as a species they were wasting their lives as animals and being trained to believe that there was nothing but the flesh and that they no longer could become greater than the sum of their parts. So he had pushed her. He had read her like a book and her anger had come on like a freight train, not towards him no matter what she wanted to say, but towards herself. This had very little to do with him in the slightest, it was all about her revelation and facing it and the fact of the matter was that she wanted just for once to not be in control. That all her effort into her work, all the hours spent, all the endeavors to just be recognized by her peers were nothing more than her attempt to stop herself from realizing that she was out of control. That she needed that bridge, that moment of clarity to find some way to come to terms with what was happening in her life. He contained his physical reactions as she moved, not flinching when she got ready to hit him, merely giving her a long look of understanding. He watched her as she began her little temper tantrum, his eyebrows raising just the tiniest of bits as she slammed his door rather breathtakingly, and he heard every word she said...though he opted to ignore all of it. It went deeper than that. She wanted peace. So he had a choice. He understood the correct decision but he still had a choice. He could either walk out after her and provide the lifeline that she so desperately needed or he could just shut that door and let her come to her senses and make her own decisions for herself. He knew the former was what was required and that the latter would just lead her further down the wrong path...but was she the kind of person who could actually make the changes she needed to in order to survive. Just as she was coming to terms with something he was as well, and it was the opposite side of the equation...because she was vulnerable, she was beautiful, and he could already feel the hint of pheromones in the air that was driving him wild. He wanted her back and that was the dangerous part. He paused, looking down at the ground, before he followed her out to the parking lot. As the engine revved he came round the corner, pausing to merely look at her as she sat there, his dignified frame silhouetted in the shadows. He was waiting for her.