SinisterSpiders
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Willow
Willow had shined as well? The idea made no sense to her. In her plain shirt and dark jeans she figured that she had been just as dull as the others. However, a part of Willow told her that he wasn't referring to her clothing. She also had a feeling that his radiance had to do with more than just his clothes. And what did he mean when he told her that she was picked out? By Paul? It didn't make any sense.
When Paul reached out and gently placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her breath caught in her throat. She could feel the heat of his fingers so close to her skin, and being so close now, she could catch his unique scent.
"Rebecca... such a loss of a fine young woman. All for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were crushed by it, and felt alone, lost and nowhere to turn to. Deeper and deeper into the abyss you fell, until you found the spark, not outside of you, but within you, that gave you the light to find the path you needed to follow to get out of the chasm."
Willow's eyes began to water at the mention of her sister. Her sister had dies several years ago after getting caught up in a world of crime and corruption, swept away in a rip of danger that she couldn't swim her way out of. Rebecca had tried to reach out, tried to find a lifeguard to hold her close, but she had lost out. She had, as Paul had said, been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
As Paul spoke his fingers moved from her hair and over the skin of her temple. His touch sent sparks of life shooting through her body and she gasped at the contact, not quite able to believe what she was hearing.
"But nothing is always dark, is it? Night time is, but a good fire and family can make a difference. Even if your family had everything necessary, except for the food that was left in the driveway. But did that stop the trip? Ruin it? Hardly. Roasted marshmallows over the camp fire that survived the drive made supper. Then a sugar high filled night of talk laughter and love. Yes, that would explain the ability to find the spark. Make lots of good from very little. Never let Life take everything away from you."
How did Paul know any of this? Last night was the first time that he had ever seen her. Her first and most irrational thought was stalker, but then she knew that if he had ever been near her she would've noticed. There was something about him that drew her attention, it was a magnetism that she couldn't deny. If he had followed her she would have known, just as surely as she'd known that he was seated here, even though she'd been about to leave.
Paul's fingers brushed her cheek and a shiver ran through her body. Her common sense told her to pull away but a deeper, more primal, more persuasive part of her held her in place. He then told her why she had come back. He knew about the caller.
Anything. Everything.
There were those damned words again. She had thought about them so much over the past fourty-eight hours that their structure no longer mattered; she didn't need to hear them or read them because she felt them. They became a part of her bones, her blood, her essence. They became both a quest and a challenge.
When Paul's hand dropped from her face the world around her filtered back through her senses, the music, the lights. A world she had forgotten existed for a short moment in time. She couldn't help but be dumbstruck by his insight. He knew things about her that her closest friend wouldn't have known. He knew things that even she didn't know.
"See, Willow, you're special. Very... special."
Willow took a few moments to process what he had said. Her mind raced and her curiosity increased tenfold.
"How do you know all that?" She asked the first and most obvious question that was stationary in her mind long enough for her to verbalise it.
Willow had shined as well? The idea made no sense to her. In her plain shirt and dark jeans she figured that she had been just as dull as the others. However, a part of Willow told her that he wasn't referring to her clothing. She also had a feeling that his radiance had to do with more than just his clothes. And what did he mean when he told her that she was picked out? By Paul? It didn't make any sense.
When Paul reached out and gently placed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, her breath caught in her throat. She could feel the heat of his fingers so close to her skin, and being so close now, she could catch his unique scent.
"Rebecca... such a loss of a fine young woman. All for being in the wrong place at the wrong time. You were crushed by it, and felt alone, lost and nowhere to turn to. Deeper and deeper into the abyss you fell, until you found the spark, not outside of you, but within you, that gave you the light to find the path you needed to follow to get out of the chasm."
Willow's eyes began to water at the mention of her sister. Her sister had dies several years ago after getting caught up in a world of crime and corruption, swept away in a rip of danger that she couldn't swim her way out of. Rebecca had tried to reach out, tried to find a lifeguard to hold her close, but she had lost out. She had, as Paul had said, been in the wrong place at the wrong time.
As Paul spoke his fingers moved from her hair and over the skin of her temple. His touch sent sparks of life shooting through her body and she gasped at the contact, not quite able to believe what she was hearing.
"But nothing is always dark, is it? Night time is, but a good fire and family can make a difference. Even if your family had everything necessary, except for the food that was left in the driveway. But did that stop the trip? Ruin it? Hardly. Roasted marshmallows over the camp fire that survived the drive made supper. Then a sugar high filled night of talk laughter and love. Yes, that would explain the ability to find the spark. Make lots of good from very little. Never let Life take everything away from you."
How did Paul know any of this? Last night was the first time that he had ever seen her. Her first and most irrational thought was stalker, but then she knew that if he had ever been near her she would've noticed. There was something about him that drew her attention, it was a magnetism that she couldn't deny. If he had followed her she would have known, just as surely as she'd known that he was seated here, even though she'd been about to leave.
Paul's fingers brushed her cheek and a shiver ran through her body. Her common sense told her to pull away but a deeper, more primal, more persuasive part of her held her in place. He then told her why she had come back. He knew about the caller.
Anything. Everything.
There were those damned words again. She had thought about them so much over the past fourty-eight hours that their structure no longer mattered; she didn't need to hear them or read them because she felt them. They became a part of her bones, her blood, her essence. They became both a quest and a challenge.
When Paul's hand dropped from her face the world around her filtered back through her senses, the music, the lights. A world she had forgotten existed for a short moment in time. She couldn't help but be dumbstruck by his insight. He knew things about her that her closest friend wouldn't have known. He knew things that even she didn't know.
"See, Willow, you're special. Very... special."
Willow took a few moments to process what he had said. Her mind raced and her curiosity increased tenfold.
"How do you know all that?" She asked the first and most obvious question that was stationary in her mind long enough for her to verbalise it.