A/N: So here's the second chapter. Still in the feelings area with almost no action, so I hope it hasn't become boring and I promise the next chapter will have more action (and will be longer too)! I'd love to know what you think so please review! This chapter's song is Sense by Tom Odell (again).
Disclaimer: Still on nothing, unfortunately. Making no profit.
Chapter 2: Sense
Shut my eyes, could lose myself in teenage lies
If I fell in love a thousand times, would it all make sense?
She cried.
A lot.
She cried a river and the fault is on that bastard that pretended to care about her, he was always there, when she was feeling down, whenever she was in need he was there.
He had become her best friend and quickly she had fallen in love with that asshole. But all that she had fallen in love with was a charade.
And once again she had fallen in love with a man that never existed.
What a profiler she was. She has to win a medal for the best profiler of the year.
Glad she was on the field because of Red…
No!
She'd prefer to be doing paperwork all day and being the worst profiler ever than be working with Reddington.
But still she wants to go to the safety and comfort of his arms, to smell his cologne and his aftershave and feeling his calm heart beating. That always seemed to calm her down. But that was fake too.
The tenderness.
The kisses on her hair.
The "everything is going to be okay".
And the "nothing's wrong with you".
That all was bullshit, but it doesn't make sense, it all seemed so real, so genuine. And the times he was barely killed just to save her like? If he was dead the fulcrum would have no use, correct? He was torture for god's sake!
Was it fake too?
The more she thinks, the less it makes sense, the less sense her life makes.
What if she keeps the charade for a little longer? What if she shuts her eyes to all she discovered and keeps living in the lies.
It feels so right, and it was all she has.
But it wasn't an option, was it?
Well, Reddington has what he wants, so he should be long gone, and she was never going to see him again.
Called you up and I could tell you just how much
No no, maybe I'll just get drunk and it will all make sense
Since Liz left, Red was standing in front of the window looking to the dark sky. She wants him to disappear from her life, but he knows that deep on her heart, she fears never seeing him again. Re wants to do her the favor and disappear, because that's what she wanted, but if he does that Liz will think he never cared about her, she will thinks she was a mean to an end.
No he won't disappear. His life wouldn't make sense without Liz in it. Red needs Liz just as much as he needs the air he breaths
Suddenly, Red felt the need to hear her voice. He could phone her and tell her just how much he needs her, how much he loves her. But he couldn't, because it wouldn't make sense.
He looked at the bottle of scotch. Maybe if he gets drunk it will all make sense. Red grabbed a new glass, because he broke the other and the thin pieces that last of it were on the floor. He wondered if it was pieces of glass or pieces of his heart. Just when Red poured scotch on the glass, Dembe grabbed the glass and the bottle and placed it on the coffee table.
"Dembe, what the hell are you doing?" Red asked angry.
"This is for your own good, Raymond." He said and placed his hand on Red's shoulder. "She will forgive you, my friend."
"I'm not so sure of that."
I'm feeling pretty small
Sometimes feels like I'm slipping down walls
Her cell phone rang and she woke up. Liz looked at her phone's screen and then answered it.
"Keen."
"Agent Keen." Cooper spoke. "Reddington is here." Liz rubbed her eyes and looked to the clock on her bedside table. 9 am, two days after Luther Braxton.
"Sir?"
"He got something on a new blacklister." Cooper clarified then sighed on the other side of line. "He tried to call you but you didn't answer." Harold said mattered of fact.
"What did Reddington tell you about the new blacklister?" Liz asked trying the change the subject.
"Nothing. He says he only talks to you." Liz rolled her eyes. Yeah, yeah. Right. "ButReddington said he needs you to go with him undercover." Seriously? She can barely be with him and now she has to go undercover with him. "Head to the Post Office now, Keen."
"I'm on my way, sir." With that Liz hang up the call and rolled on her bed. Reddington will have to wait a little longer.
And every line I ever get to hold it seems to break