Frank smiled at Columbia as she left the room, but as soon as the door clicked shut, it disappeared under a dark look of despair. Why did he always do that to her? Pull her close, then push her away, then beckon to her again. It was a never-ending pattern and he hated himself for it.
But what else was he meant to do? It was impossible for him to love, truly and unconditionally. He could fake it, of course he could. But he wished he didn't have to. At times, he thought he had broken the curse that made him so horrible. But it turned out he was just as bad as ever. Or worse. Breaking girls hearts and then leaving them. Building it up for ages then dashing it suddenly. But no-one understood. He had to do that. He couldn't kill the girls he loved; not physically anyway. He just couldn't. It was the only way.
He had already pushed away Magenta. But she was tied to her brother, so it hadn't affected her as it had the others. He now suspected that she hated him with all she had in her, but then, he reasoned, so did everyone.
Except Columbia.
He could be himself around her. His true self. No make-up, no accent, no forced suductiveness. Of course he still used it, but she made him feel as if he didn't need it. That she knew who he was and didn't care. She roused feelings in him that he had never experienced before. Not just lust, but something else. Something deeper.
It was hard to understand his actions. Human feelings were such a mystery to him.
A/N: I read a short piece on Frank at some point and really liked it, so I thought I'd try one. None of my other Rocky fics are going anywhere and this was one I could finish easily. Please review; it means so much to me. 3 xx