At the end of episode 8 (which I just watched btdubs), Alek just has this unexplainable expression on his face that I set out to explain :P So I go into his emotions and all and then add in my own little version of what he does. He seems very depressed in this chapter :/ sorry but that's what I imagine his hidden side to be like. I don't know if I'll continue the fic or not. But if I do, (it won't all be depressing like this chap) it'll probably just be Chloe figuring out Alek is always there for her and she loves him and blah, blah, BLAH! So anyways, pleeeeeeease review!
It was a sensation he had never experienced before. He wanted to lunge at him and tear him away from her, inflicting as much bodily harm as possible. He wanted to chuck something highly breakable, preferably glass, at the wall and have all emotions expelled with a gratifying shatter. Yet at the same time, he wanted to find dark, secluded corner where he could curl up and weep in privacy or burst out of the coffee shop and out onto the street where he could full out sprint in the opposite direction, hopefully outrunning his feelings altogether.
But he did none of these.
He stood grounded to the spot, like he'd sunk an anchor where they chatted, oh so innocently, regardless of him standing not ten paces away. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull away.
His face registered dozens of emotions—lips parted in shock, nostrils flared in rage, ears tuning into Chloe expressing her concern with utmost sincerity. But as Brian set his jaw and gave her an earnest look, saying passionately, "I intend to find out," it was Alek's eyes that expressed his true feelings. He saw how Chloe gazed up at that-that human with eyes filled with admiralty and—though Alek hated to admit it—desire.
Now all Alek wanted to do was run. And that was precisely what he did.
Without a word to Chloe, he turned on his heel and set his sights on the door that led to the glorious outdoors. Out of the awful confinement of the cramped coffee shop. He virtually stomped to the exit, innocent bystanders scampering out of his way. Once he gasped in the crisp air, he broke into a run.
He ran with all he had. His legs reaching out far as they could and contacting the ground with extra force only to push off and propel him several feet forward. His arms pumped fiercely and a wrathful grimace touching his lips.
The power felt unreal to him. He felt primal, almost. Or the wind rushing past him brought him on some sort of high. Maybe he really could outrun his sorrows.
It was several minutes before his muscles began to seize up. He physically couldn't bring himself to push his legs forward any longer. Alek didn't want to stop. The adrenaline was still fresh and sent coursing through his veins by his rapidly beating heart, numbing all feeling, all emotion. He felt a surge of pride. He'd outrun his troubles.
But all of it caught up with him in that moment. He stumbled into an alley and collapsed against a beaten brick wall, gasping for air. The adrenaline supply was cut short and his muscles began to ache and burn, regardless of his constant training with Chloe. But the worst of it all was the hurt, the raw disappointment. The hope—not to mention the ecstasy—he had experienced when she voluntarily, of her own free will, kissed him on the cheek completely dissipated. He told himself he was a fool to think it would change anything. That her admitting she had feelings for him, but wasn't ready yet, would make Brian disappear. She needed time to sort things out. She wasn't ready.
"Wasn't ready for what?" he spat bitterly to no one in particular. "To give up her relentless flirting with Brian?"
Somewhere, in a far, exceedingly dark corner of his mind, he felt sorry for Brian. Felt sorry because if he saw Chloe kissing Brian like she'd Alek the other day, his mental state would be ten times worse than it was then. And for a guy with such an incessantly cool demeanor, he already considered this an all-out melt down.
Because Alek had never experienced this before. He had always gotten what he wanted. Never had he looked at someone and said, "He has what I want most dearly in the world."
He had never experienced this most pure form of envy.
Until now.
Until Chloe.
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