Her own tears that were streaming down her face. Another fine man died for a just cause, for freedom. She just disappeared, just like Jack. Except that Nancy had gone to save them, while Jack had left them for completely selfish reasons, she knew that now.
He just left her, no explanation, no, I'll come back for you, damn it, I won't even see you, and the worst part is that she let him go. She thought he was back with the others. But he didn't. He's gone.
"I love you, you know that, don't you?""
Had he told her that just a few hours ago? Maybe it was a lie, maybe he was only doing it for sex. She repeated it to herself, hoping that she would eventually believe it, but she couldn't, because she knew that Jack, despite his bad-guy image, his reputation as a rebel, was not capable of such cruelty.
She laughed mirthlessly to herself, " but cruel enough to break her heart without thinking"
She felt a silky hand slide down her arm, looked up and caught Oliver's watery eyes, and the other girl tried to give her a reassuring smile, but it didn't work. Despite this, the cat forced a weak smile in return and turned around, squeezing Oliver's hand tightly, trying to hold back the tears.
Oliver pushed open the door of the room, and his heart sank at what he saw. The cat was lying on its side, curled up in a raincoat that Oliver was sure belonged to Jack. What broke Oliver's heart was the furious, heartbreaking sobs of her friend, who looked like she hadn't stopped crying since they got home.
She'd never seen Kat so hurt, so defeated, and to be honest, he'd been scared at first, losing Nancy, who Oliver thought was almost unstoppable, she was so strong, and so was the cat, in her own way, but now Oliver realized it. Jack the Cat had a power that made her think that nothing in this world could hurt her, and he was gone, he was just gone from her.
He walked silently to the bed and slowly got up after the cat he snuggled up to her
Charlie, who had arrived just in time to see Oliver climb onto the bed with the cat, stared at them in silence. he himself had never been particularly close, and they talked and were polite to each other, but they both knew they were only doing it because of Jack.
"Charl, I know you and the cat don't get along,but if I'm never around, promise me ...
Suppressing his grief, Charlie walked over to them and sat down on the floor next to the cat, and she looked down at him with swollen, red, watery eyes. He reached for her hand, and she clung to it desperately, still crying, seeking comfort from the two bodies beside her.
They were so engrossed in their thoughts and grief that none of them noticed the silent figure looking at them through the glass, nor did they notice the tears streaming from the figures ' eyes before they turned and walked away, disappearing into the darkness.
Dear God, yes. And it was short: bows his head in shame: please don't hate me.