He's been falling for her. He knows it. He'd thought for sure he would have no problem keeping distance. Looking at her, he constantly remembered the pretty demon girl who died in his arms. It kept it in his mind that getting too close could end badly. He didn't want to fall in love. And she'd made him promise not to. He'd thought he could keep that promise, but apparently he couldn't.
He wasn't about to push. He convinced himself it was fine to just be at her side. To protect her and watch over her. He convinced himself it was fine. Even if he couldn't have her the way he wanted, it didn't matter. She let him stay at her side and pushed everyone else away. So it was enough. As long as he was the only one she let even this close... it was enough.
He'd watched her dance with countless guys out in the bars and clubs. It didn't bother him, so long as they didn't bother her. This though... this was different. It was the way she smiled at this guy. She almost seemed to be chasing him. It was like a knife in his chest. Watching them talk. Watching her smile at this other guy... The drink in his hand goes everywhere as the glass shatters in his grip, causing a girl nearby to squeal in shock. The bartender is asking him if he's okay, pressing a towel to his hand as it bleeds. But he waves the man away, irritated. He's not worried about the wound--it'll heal. He just felt so angry watching her flirt with that guy...
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Date: 2013-02-24 02:57 am (UTC)He wasn't about to push. He convinced himself it was fine to just be at her side. To protect her and watch over her. He convinced himself it was fine. Even if he couldn't have her the way he wanted, it didn't matter. She let him stay at her side and pushed everyone else away. So it was enough. As long as he was the only one she let even this close... it was enough.
He'd watched her dance with countless guys out in the bars and clubs. It didn't bother him, so long as they didn't bother her. This though... this was different. It was the way she smiled at this guy. She almost seemed to be chasing him. It was like a knife in his chest. Watching them talk. Watching her smile at this other guy... The drink in his hand goes everywhere as the glass shatters in his grip, causing a girl nearby to squeal in shock. The bartender is asking him if he's okay, pressing a towel to his hand as it bleeds. But he waves the man away, irritated. He's not worried about the wound--it'll heal. He just felt so angry watching her flirt with that guy...