Convergence
Summary: He pulls her into him and, out of curiosity - or, quite possibly, masochism - she lets him. Series of Craig/Ellie one-shots
Converge v. - to have a finite limit
(Tag to "What's It Feel Like to be a Ghost?")
He should say something.
Ellie is looking at the space above his shoulder, at the floor just beneath his feet, the people passing them by who probably assume they're just a normal couple, putting off saying goodbye because they don't want to have to wait to see each other again - she is not looking at his face, not into his eyes. She refuses to look him in the eyes.
He really should say something. Something, anything that will negate and erase all the shit that he's just put her through.
Realistically, Craig knows, that isn't possible. But he can still hope. He can still say something.
He should say something.
"I meant what I said before—" He reaches for her hand but she is too far. Too close. Too much for his warped mind to wrap itself around and understand. He doesn't know what he's doing.
She shakes her head, and backs away from him quickly. Craig swallows back the lump in throat, hopes there aren't tears in his eyes (because he's emotionally manipulated her enough as it is already). "No. Don't. Just…get on the plane, Craig. Get help."
"I will. But when I get out…maybe we can—"
"No. I can't do this. Not now. Not with you, Craig." She's leaving him, or maybe he's leaving her - it's hard to tell what's right and what's left when he's still coming down from his high - but either way he wants to say something to keep it from happening.
But it does:
She walks away.