Pure, utterly blinding rays of sun filtered my deep brown irises to a golden amber; the amber that made armies flee, little girls in red capes sprint for their very life and now pain-in-the-ass pigs squeal. As my gradually rising yawn filled the room, Colin finally emerged from his hiding spot... Unfortunately. Can't he just give me a fucking break? Immedietly, I felt myself go far beyond 'frustrated' from his very prescence. There came his mocking smartass quote of the morning.
"Happy to see me?" he snorted at his own over-rated joke. Seemed like he knew how to get under my skin with every conversation.
"Define happy." I had muttered bluntly under my tired breath. Now I think about it, happy was almost impossible. 'Closest I ever get to the spectactular emotion is the rare, half-decent conversations experienced with Snow.
Snow...
Actually, when was the last time I HAD a conversation with her? Ever since the blasted case she'd given me the cold shoulder with all the 'sheriff's and 'Mister Wolf's-god I despise the last one. Sheriff at least could be seen as her looking up to me (as if that was possible), but Mister Wolf? It was almost like we were complete strangers. Unknown to each other. Even after solving the case with the Crooked Man, after bringing him back alive, after being fair to every suspect, roughian...she still practically avoided me at all cost-For fuck sake, I could have killed everyone, yet I didn't. When I could have ripped Gren's arm clean off or tore out Dee's throat, I had restrained from the evil temptations.
" 'You always gonna' be a miserable asshole?"
Right, I'd got lost in thought. Again. Trying to return to my boring reality, I simply shrugged off his insult-despite every muscle in my face desiring to make some kind of witty comeback-and I wandered to the kitchen (or what I thought was a kitchen) in search of something to stuff my face with. Without second thought, I made a breakfast in a failing strive to seem normal. Normal was a thing that took strong amounts of effort.
"That for me?" Colin had enquired, lifting a hoof at the sandwich I had made. Now was my chance for my long awaited comeback.
"Depends if you like BLT..." I scoffed as he cursed at me in anger; which just added more hilarity to the event that had unravelled. I win this round, hog. Trotting back to the living room, he had disappeared from my sight. Yeah, I definitely succeeded in pissing him off this time. Satisfied, I left my dingy apartment and made my way to the elevator.
Adjusting my tie, I pressed the button awkwardly. Ding. Something gave me the feeling nothing was going to change today...
Within moments, I was once again in the hard process of work in my cigarette-stench office. My office was practically a closet! First the fables reject me as the sheriff and now the entire building? Next thing I knew a faint sound of heels clicking against the floor arose... Due to my natural instincts, I lit a cigarette in seconds. Her smell; truly torturing.
As a heap of paperwork smacked against my desk, my head finally arose and I stared into her beautiful blue eyes. They showed no emotion.
"More paperwork." Snow had pointed out as if I was an idiot.
"I see that." I coldly announced to give her a taste of her own medicine for the first time.
Silence.
"Are you okay?" she attempted to sound caring. "You seem irritated."
And boy was I! It'd been months since we even talked properly and within that time. Did I do something? Did I mess everything up? What did I do?
"Fine." I lied. It was a terrible one too. Continuing with my paperwork, I drew my attention away from her; it was hard with the smell of annoyance and anger rising from her.
"Don't lie to me sheriff," she snapped "we're co-workers for God's sake!"
That did it. Lifting myself up via my desk, I stood with my hands on the table. Sensing the fear in her musk, I almost felt bad for what I was about to do.
"You are such a hypocrite!" I bellowed. This was it. It was happening. "After all the months of ignoring me, you say that? What did I do? Was me bringing in the Crooked Man not enough for you? Was I meant to kill Dee? Was I meant to torture him at his interrogation?" She seemed hurt. Really hurt. Guilt edging in, I sat down again and looked away with narrowed eyes.
"I'm sorry." That was a sentence I never heard before-to me at least.
Being stubborn, I angrily questioned her once again. "Just why?"
"I have my reasons." Now she was pissing me off beyond my limit. I needed answers and I needed them now. Why the vague line? What was so reasonable that required her blocking me out? Dammit Snow!
"Oh yeah? What kind of reasons?" I had to know.
For a few seconds, Snow looked away... "I-"
Flinging open, the door slammed against the wall as Blue emerged. "Miss White! I need help at the complaints office."
Fucking Hell... Snow turned in dissatisfaction and simply left me in confusion. My hand gradually lifted as if to prevent her leaving-but it was useless as always. I'll never be able to be close to the woman again. Typical.
Wanted to finish this chapter with a cliff-hanger and the emotion tease. Please note this is my very first story an I'm not exactly the experienced writer. Criticism is welcome in order for me to improve; try not to be too rude! :)