AN: New story! Taking a break from my other story till this weekend. Please review! Thank you so much for reading! Please enjoy!
He loves me. He loves me not.
I promised just a little while longer. That's what I told them. Told myself. Just until I could figure out how to walk on my own again. Without Barry. It seems,however, if I don't go soon, I'll be sucked in just like all the other cast aways and rogue drifters. A little while, thats how long I'll stay. But I'm still here. With a gut wrentching feeling that I'll still be here...that I'll always be here. Unmotivated to leave. Or unwilling?
Something, no someone is pulling me back.
Once upon a time I asked Worick if he knew the answer to "Why?" It seemed like a simple question to answer. However if I can't answer it myself in this moment, how could I expect him to? At first I thought it was because I owed them. In a literal sense, I owe them my life. Now, I feel as if I have become hypnotized by them. Truly, they are an odd pair. Shortly, my mind wandered. It drifted away from just observing them to wanting to know more. Something stronger drew me to them. To him. Knowing what I know about him, I should leave. I should have ran from the start. Worick told me so. Everyone told me so. Because of Nicholas and what he has done. Maybe it is proof. Proof he isn't some monster. Maybe that's the reason I stay. Maybe that is the answer to why. He has helped me and keep me alive this far. That counts for something. To everyone else though, the question in mind is, for how much longer? How much longer will he put up with me? From what everyone has told me, not long. That it's just a matter of time. A matter of time till I'm next. But I need to...I have to prove them wrong. I need to prove...
Does he love me? Or does he love me not?
That he isn't a monster.
My hand. It's slowly starts to burn as the bones crush like toothpicks under the pressure of his big hand. He squeezes tighter. I can save him. I can pull him back. "Ally! Are you mad!? He'll crush your hand!" Worick shouts. Fighting back tears, I think of my life before them. The pain I've been through. The life I abandoned and those with it. I want it all back. Its too late though. But if I can do anything. Anything now to save my future. "This...this is nothing." I whisper. I can save him. I know I can. His hand loosens it's grip but doesn't let go. He calms down. Maybe this is it. Maybe this is my proof.
He loves me. He loves me...