Where Skye looks back on her feelings for Ward and the emotions that ate her up inside.
I just needed to write this and describe the hurt that I could only imagine Skye was going through.
There was something about him. Something about the way he looked as she could see the light draining out of his eyes. Something about the way he looked pierced her soul. Something about the way he acted, nonchalant about her knowings of his betrayal.
Albeit, it was still there. Behind the hurt that had washed over her. Behind the short breaths that she took when she found Koenig. Behind the all too familiar sound of her pounding heart. But that time, her heart did not beat for him.
It did not beat at the way he used to look at her during training as they touched.
It did not beat at the way he would look up and smile sheepishly when the met each other's eye. It beat with hatred. It beat with anger.
A pit had formed in her stomach and was slowly devouring her insides.
First kiss. First touch. The feeling of trust and comfort that she felt in his presence. It was all gone. It was replaced with a feel of dread and guilt. Behind all this, behind his words that, she craved him.
She knew she cared for him as his heart had ceased. She remembered him taking a raspy breath of air and crying for her. Skye. She remembered telling herself in that moment, He deserves this, but she remembered the way her instinct was to run up to him. Save him. Comfort him. Let him know.
She remembered the metal that locked her wrists him place, which forced her to realise that for all the bad he had done, she knew what was right. The look of hate and anger that pierced her gaze when she saved him was burnt into her mind. She had seen that look before, the look of utter disgust before he would pull the trigger. But she didn't forget the way he caressed her face with his hands that were more than capable of doing harm and the way she put all she had into beating the shit out of him. The same way that he had taught her as her S.O. and the way he forced her onto the stairwell before cuffing her.
She remembered the sound of plea in her voice as she spit at him in disgust. She recalled when his voice broke and turned into an angered whisper. You know how I feel about you, Skye. Then she remembered the feeling of disbelief. Disbelief on how she could have believed him. How she could have fallen into his trap. Then there was the moment of fear when she took a few steps back from him, only to realise that she was trapped, and he leaned in close. Arms on her shoulder, and the anger in her voice.
It was raw. It was real. She could see his eyes glazing over as she held back tears that were ready to stream out. Tears of anger and hate. But there was still something about him drew her heart towards him like a magnet.
There was something about the way her anger would turn into pitifulness and regret. And she hated that feeling.
fin.
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