What Could I Say?

"How can I trust you!" She screamed, fists tight at her sides, teeth clenched. "I don't know anything about you! You followed us around the world and tried to kill us!"

"What do you want to know?" He retorted angrily, hands shaking. "What the hell do you want to know?" His hands grabbed her shoulders roughly and shoved her against a wall. "Do you want to know that my father hates me?" He punched the wall beside her, fist smoking, on the verge of becoming surrounded by flames. She screamed. "Do you want to know that my mother killed my grandfather to save my life? Do you want to know that I haven't seen her since I was eight?" He took a deep breath in, then gripped her chin so that he was sure she would look at him. "Do you want to know that when I was a kid, he burned me for no reason? This, this right here," he yelled, pointing at his face. "This wasn't a training accident! My father burned me!"

She hit his chest with closed fists, trying to get him to go away from her. He hovered above her, trying to grab her fists, and in failing, hit the wall beside her again, this time leaving a singed mark where his fist had made contact. "There are things about me that you don't want to know!" He spat. He stared at her for a fraction of a second, then turned around abruptly. While his back was turned, she began breathing unevenly—which turned into sobbing. "You have no idea what I've been through," he said quietly, looking at her over his shoulder. "You think I wanted this goddamned war?" His voice came softly, shakily.

"N—no," she gasped through sobs, clutching her necklace.

He sat down on his bed, his head in his hands. Tears fell down his face, and for the first time in years, he cried. He cried like a little boy, who'd just lost something dear to him. "I'm sorry!" he said, over and over again.

She slid down the wall, buried her hot, wet face in her knees and tried to calm down. She listened to him cry, for what seemed like hours, and closed her eyes. His sobs stung her ears. She'd never thought that the sound of him crying would feel so wrong. What could she say to him? What could she do?

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Inspired by a scene from "Good Will Hunting" because its awesome. So, review and stuff cuz I like this drabble and I hope you do too.

~She Poe