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Post by Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski on Sept 22, 2009 15:27:59 GMT -5
Her arms were still shaking when he released her, confusion written across his face. Chez no longer knew what emotions her own face displayed, only that it must be like watching a slide show set to too quick a speed. In all honesty, she didn't know what she felt. The fear was definitly there - the confusing fear of a memory, a fear that had been built deep into her that she'd tried to bury. A fear that had just been brought to the surface so easily. Had she not done a good enough job over the years of hiding everything about herself? Why did it have to be written over her face now?
All she knew was that she couldn't let him leave. In truth, she didn't know why she couldn't - perhaps it was because he was hurting, and she couldn't stand to see that. She'd seen too many people hurt over the loss of someone they loved, both on the job and in her past, and seeing the fear of that loss on Matt's face, masked with that anger towards Krys, was killing her. She couldn't allow that to continue.
"Hey!" She called after him, taking two bounding steps forward, then stopping in her tracks. Her voice hadn't been as strong as she wished it to be, but stronger than she had expected it to be. The near shout she'd let loose felt good - a release. She wasn't into fooling herself that the memories that dredged up - and the memories Krys' kidnapping had dredged up- weren't still haunting her. Krys wasn't the only one who hadn't been sleeping recently - then again she hadn't slept well in many years.
"Matt! Where are you going?"
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Post by Matthew Grimaldi on Sept 23, 2009 21:37:16 GMT -5
"Matt! Where are you going?"
God, that phrase clicked with him in the weirdest of ways. It was one of the main lyrics, in fact it was also the title, of one of the songs he had written. That one was all Kate's. Oh god, why did he even have to think about her now? She was one of the last people Matt wanted to think about, currently Krys Robin also fell under that category. Matt just didn't want to deal with all of the blame that he felt on his own part about both individuals. This was why he sometimes loathed his own job and yet chose to burry himself in it. It was all he had (other than his family). It provided some sort of comfort this little 'makeshift family' that they had created somehow.
Deep down he was still a bit shaken not only by the recent situation of Krys' suicide attempt but also that for a fleeting moment he had the urge to kiss Hayley. Luckily that wasn't the case and he had stopped himself. One could only imagine the ill results if he had even entertained the notion. It would have ruined everything on so many levels. He just wasn't thinking right. Damn Robin. Damn her.
He did however end up stopping, no matter how much he wished to keep walking and to avoid the subject all together, Hayley had that power (much like Krys but both for very different reasons). "I am going to catch the next flight home." He stated simply in his usual gruff voice, his dark eyes not even trying to look at her face out of caution that if he did he would take everything back. No, he meant this. He wanted to go back to the city, away from terrible Virginia where this mess had taken place. He would try to pretend that Krys had never existed though he, and everyone who knew them, knew damn well that was impossible.
"I've got paperwork that needs tending and I can't let it pile up." He was bullshitting and he knew it. Excuses, excuses, valid or not, nothing was really valid in this circumstance. He wouldn't be able to go to the hospital, to see Krys like she was. Matthew was actually afraid, and this was a rare thing, even more rare was him showing it.
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Post by Hayley "Chez" Chezaneski on Sept 25, 2009 21:21:01 GMT -5
"Paperwork my ass, Matt!"
The other side of Hayley was back - the side that she'd discovered after her rescue, the side that was tough. Perhaps it was an affect from being so frightened moments before, she needed to prove herself again - this side of Hayley wasn't going to let that go from Matt.
"You've always been there for her, and you know it! I thought that no matter what she'd do, you'd always be there for her. I guess I was wrong."
She was so /mad/ at him - he wasn't allowed to do that to Krys. He wasn't allowed to just drop Krys because she'd made a mistake. That wasn't the Matt that Chez knew. If she was admitting it, though, she'd know that wasn't the only reason she was mad at him - he'd also just freaked her out, and she was trying to overcompensate for showing that weak side of herself for that amount of time.
Quite simply, she was fed up - fed up with Matt's stubborn attitude about Krys, fed up with this day, fed up with herself.
"I'm going to drive to the hospital now. Either come with me or call me when you remove your head from where you've stuck it." Grabbing her keys from her pocket, she swung them once around her finger before moving towards the door. She'd forgotten what she wanted to bring to her friend - she'd just buy her something, because she wanted to get out of there, and she wanted to get out of there now.
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