"Just remember.you can't hide up here forever."
The words echoed in his head long after she had left his side. He knew what she had said was true. He couldn't get the way she had looked at him out of his mind. That look of annoyance and hurt when he lied to her. He hated lying to her; hated hurting her. But for now at least, there was no other way.
She stood below him in the loft, hoping he would change his mind and tell her the truth. She wanted his trust. She knew now that he was different, special. He had a secret. But what was it? She knew that he was lying about it, whatever it was. And she certainly had her theories. Why lie to her though? She thought about it for a moment, pausing at the bottom of the steps to the loft. When he didn't come after her, she left quickly, brushing the hair out of her face.
He stood above, contemplating running after her. He could picture it in his mind's eye. He would grab her arm gently, lead her back up the steps and sit her down on the couch. He would tell her everything, spilling twelve years worth of family secrets. It wasn't that easy though. With the truth would come questions, so many questions, most that he would not be able to answer for her. How would she react? Would she be afraid, or bitter, or angry? It was too hard to think about. No, he wouldn't tell her. Not yet. But someday.someday, when the time was right, she would have to know.
The words echoed in his head long after she had left his side. He knew what she had said was true. He couldn't get the way she had looked at him out of his mind. That look of annoyance and hurt when he lied to her. He hated lying to her; hated hurting her. But for now at least, there was no other way.
She stood below him in the loft, hoping he would change his mind and tell her the truth. She wanted his trust. She knew now that he was different, special. He had a secret. But what was it? She knew that he was lying about it, whatever it was. And she certainly had her theories. Why lie to her though? She thought about it for a moment, pausing at the bottom of the steps to the loft. When he didn't come after her, she left quickly, brushing the hair out of her face.
He stood above, contemplating running after her. He could picture it in his mind's eye. He would grab her arm gently, lead her back up the steps and sit her down on the couch. He would tell her everything, spilling twelve years worth of family secrets. It wasn't that easy though. With the truth would come questions, so many questions, most that he would not be able to answer for her. How would she react? Would she be afraid, or bitter, or angry? It was too hard to think about. No, he wouldn't tell her. Not yet. But someday.someday, when the time was right, she would have to know.