Hey guys. I've given up on this story. I really don't have the time anymore and I don't like where it's going. But, since I left Alec and Wil fighting, I only thought it fair that I get them out of the fight. After this, there will be no more. Hope you like it!
Dramatic piano chords invaded her sleep and Wil had no choice but to wake up. Immediately, nothing seemed right.
And then she realized why. Alec's arms weren't wrapped around her, he wasn't next to her.
She sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes. After crying for a good forty-five minutes, she had wandered over to the couch. In the hopes to get some sleep, she laid down. Sleep refused her. She tossed restlessly, lost in fevered, angry, hurt thoughts.
What she said about Rachel had been wrong, she knew that. The fact that he would accuse her of not facing things made her mind explode in indignation. So she said something to make his mind explode.
And then he said it.
She closed her eyes, shaking away the memory. Nothing had ever made her feel like less of a person.
The piano chords grew louder interrupting her thoughts. She glanced at the window and figured it was probably around five in the morning. Half an hour of sleep felt more like five minutes.
Getting off the couch, she moved without sound closer to the piano. She stood in the doorway and rested against the doorframe watching him play wearing only boxers.
The beautiful sight awed her. Even though he had hurt her more than anything, she still loved him and thought he was the most extraordinary thing to grace the planet.
He finished his song and let out a heavy breath. "I thought you were going to leave." *Me,* Wil heard the unspoken word. Alec continued to look over the piano not being able to bring himself to look at her.
"No," she said simply. "Alec." Before she could continue, Alec looked at her. Sadness and regret dwelled in his eyes.
He held out a hand to her. "Come here," he whispered.
Hesitantly, she took his hand. He pulled her in front of the piano bench. Grabbing her hips, he settled her down between his legs. Taking both of her hands, he placed them on the piano keys. He looked over her right shoulder so he could see their hands.
He began playing, slowly pressing her fingers to the correct keys.
Not knowing what else to do, Wil let his movements guide her own. She desperately wanted to talk about last night, but was willing to sit and enjoy the moment with him.
After a few minutes passed, Alec spoke softly in her ear. "I'm sorry, Wil. I didn't mean what I said."
Wil easily heard him over the lamentable melody he was taking them through. "You may not have meant to say it, but on some level, you must think it about me."
"Wil, I didn't mean it like that. What I really think is that you're adaptive and that you don't dwell on things you can't change. I was just angry and it came out wrong," he said sincerely.
She sighed sadly. "I'm sorry about what I said about Rachel. I was angry too."
Alec let out a slow breath. "I know. I haven't come to terms with her death."
"I think there are a lot of things we both haven't come to terms with," she added.
The conversation paused as Alec took them through a particularly intricate part of the piece, but Wil followed his lead easily. A photographic memory and multi-processing skills help you catch on quick.
Alec noticed Wil leaning almost imperceptibly back into him. The action sent a warm sensation flowing through his chest. He knew they'd be okay.
"You know," Alec spoke quietly in her ear, "I think you're the most valuable person to me. No one has meant so much to me, not even Rachel and I hate the fact that I made you cry."
"I cried because I love you. You were only able to hurt me because of how important you are to me. And you have to know that you're anything but a killer, Alec. We all had to kill; that's what we were made to do, but that's not what we are." She leaned back completely, enjoying the warmth of his skin radiating through her shirt and exposed skin.
"The truth is," she said buoyantly, "I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever known. And if you try to disagree with me, I'll slap you."
He grinned. "It always comes down to blows with you, doesn't it, Wil?"
She shrugged against him. "I've got to find some way to keep you in line."
"So, you think I'm beautiful?"
She nodded. "Inside and out."
Alec then did something that awed Wil. He sang.
There we go! Thanks to everyone who read it. I really enjoyed all the reviews! They made me feel warm and fuzzy inside!
Dramatic piano chords invaded her sleep and Wil had no choice but to wake up. Immediately, nothing seemed right.
And then she realized why. Alec's arms weren't wrapped around her, he wasn't next to her.
She sat up on the couch and rubbed her eyes. After crying for a good forty-five minutes, she had wandered over to the couch. In the hopes to get some sleep, she laid down. Sleep refused her. She tossed restlessly, lost in fevered, angry, hurt thoughts.
What she said about Rachel had been wrong, she knew that. The fact that he would accuse her of not facing things made her mind explode in indignation. So she said something to make his mind explode.
And then he said it.
She closed her eyes, shaking away the memory. Nothing had ever made her feel like less of a person.
The piano chords grew louder interrupting her thoughts. She glanced at the window and figured it was probably around five in the morning. Half an hour of sleep felt more like five minutes.
Getting off the couch, she moved without sound closer to the piano. She stood in the doorway and rested against the doorframe watching him play wearing only boxers.
The beautiful sight awed her. Even though he had hurt her more than anything, she still loved him and thought he was the most extraordinary thing to grace the planet.
He finished his song and let out a heavy breath. "I thought you were going to leave." *Me,* Wil heard the unspoken word. Alec continued to look over the piano not being able to bring himself to look at her.
"No," she said simply. "Alec." Before she could continue, Alec looked at her. Sadness and regret dwelled in his eyes.
He held out a hand to her. "Come here," he whispered.
Hesitantly, she took his hand. He pulled her in front of the piano bench. Grabbing her hips, he settled her down between his legs. Taking both of her hands, he placed them on the piano keys. He looked over her right shoulder so he could see their hands.
He began playing, slowly pressing her fingers to the correct keys.
Not knowing what else to do, Wil let his movements guide her own. She desperately wanted to talk about last night, but was willing to sit and enjoy the moment with him.
After a few minutes passed, Alec spoke softly in her ear. "I'm sorry, Wil. I didn't mean what I said."
Wil easily heard him over the lamentable melody he was taking them through. "You may not have meant to say it, but on some level, you must think it about me."
"Wil, I didn't mean it like that. What I really think is that you're adaptive and that you don't dwell on things you can't change. I was just angry and it came out wrong," he said sincerely.
She sighed sadly. "I'm sorry about what I said about Rachel. I was angry too."
Alec let out a slow breath. "I know. I haven't come to terms with her death."
"I think there are a lot of things we both haven't come to terms with," she added.
The conversation paused as Alec took them through a particularly intricate part of the piece, but Wil followed his lead easily. A photographic memory and multi-processing skills help you catch on quick.
Alec noticed Wil leaning almost imperceptibly back into him. The action sent a warm sensation flowing through his chest. He knew they'd be okay.
"You know," Alec spoke quietly in her ear, "I think you're the most valuable person to me. No one has meant so much to me, not even Rachel and I hate the fact that I made you cry."
"I cried because I love you. You were only able to hurt me because of how important you are to me. And you have to know that you're anything but a killer, Alec. We all had to kill; that's what we were made to do, but that's not what we are." She leaned back completely, enjoying the warmth of his skin radiating through her shirt and exposed skin.
"The truth is," she said buoyantly, "I think you're the most beautiful man I've ever known. And if you try to disagree with me, I'll slap you."
He grinned. "It always comes down to blows with you, doesn't it, Wil?"
She shrugged against him. "I've got to find some way to keep you in line."
"So, you think I'm beautiful?"
She nodded. "Inside and out."
Alec then did something that awed Wil. He sang.
There we go! Thanks to everyone who read it. I really enjoyed all the reviews! They made me feel warm and fuzzy inside!