Part Two: Scars That Can't Show
I wake up to feel Hyde hugging me. It makes me feel warmer to know someone cares about me. Someone who probably misses Donna about as much as I do.
I start to change into clean clothes and go downstairs when I stop. Tucking in the rest of my t-shirt I turn to look at Hyde. He's laying there, relaxed. I wonder if I look that peaceful when I'm asleep. I reach over to turn off the table lamp, it was on all night, and I catch a glimpse of Hyde's face. He's not wearing his glasses and looks so vulnerable without them. You can see his eyes, and his feelings, without those glasses on.
It's late. If we don't leave soon we'll be late for work.
"Hyde, Hyde. Wake up." I shake him slightly.
"What?" he asks, starting awake. "What time is it?"
"Late," is all I say. He looks at the clock. God he's so different when he's not hidden behind those glasses.
"Well, we better get going don't you think?" I nod and he hauls himself out of bed and downstairs to get a pair of jeans. I suddenly remember the engagement ring and start looking for it. In fact, I'm still looking for it when Hyde comes back upstairs and leans against the door frame. Black t-shirt and blue jeans. And glasses, I note with sorrow. The image of Zen, the image of nonchalance; unmovable and unshakable.
"What are you doing Forman?" It's strangely comforting. Only Hyde calls me Forman.
"Looking for - " I trail off as I hold up the engagement band. I suddenly pocket it like it burns. I don't want to see it.
"Lets get to work." I want to leave, now. Hyde nods once, almost imperceptibly, and leads the way down the hall. The ring is heavy in my pocket, burning a hole through it, the cold branding my skin.
And it hurts.