Walter was back at his tiny apartment. He was having a mental breakdown. Tossing around furniture. Tearing apart his home. In love with him. How? How! She couldn't. He was damaged beyond repair. Walter Kovacs was dead. He was Rorschach's mask. Rorschach was a killer. Tainted by hellish reality. Somehow she was still pure, sweet, innocent. The city swallowed everything like a black hole, somehow she wasn't pulled in by its gravity.
He fisted his hands in his hair. He couldn't touch her, he'd stain her with the darkness of the world.
He wanted-but god she was so young. Couldn't corrupt her. Couldn't go either. Too late for that. Couldn't leave her if he wanted to. Didn't want to.
Grown to attached. Never loved no one before. Did he now? No god-damn idea. Knew he'd break if anything happened to her. Break so bad he'd never come back.
Do anything for her really. When she touched him, hugged him, he didn't mind, wanted to hug back. Wasn't used to it though. She was too good for him. Too good for this shit-world. Didn't deserve her.
God dammit!
He loved her. Shouldn't, but Did.
Emma tossed and turned all night. Why did he just leave like that. Why was he so damn cryptic? When she awoke she shuffled into the living room only to find Rorschach standing by the window.
She jumped in surprise. Then gave him a slightly sour look.
"It's kinda rude to show up in someone's apartment unannounced like that." She remarked.
He remained silent, then walked towards her. He cupped the side of her face with one hand. She looked up at him in confusion, blushing.
"You love him?" He asked.
She looked into his eyes
"I love Walter"
Rorschach reached up and removed his hat. He went to remove his mask and her eyes widened in surprise.
"Wait!" He stopped "You don't have to remove it. If it makes you uncomfortable. You don't have to reveal your identity, if you don't want."
He shook his head slightly then removed the mask.
It was Walter.
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