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this either; it's purely for entertainment purposes.
Chapter 9
Mallory hurried to the exit, and found Wildwing sitting on a bench watching her walk over to him.
"Have fun Mal?"
"Yea, I did, ready to go?"
"Sure, where did you park the car?" he asked, holding the door open for Mallory.
"I see us, although we really aren't that hard to miss. I mean how many other teal SUV's with duck head- shaped hoods are there in this world?"
Wildwing laughed and climbed into the car as soon as they got to it. Mallory climbed into the driver's seat and started up the engine.
"Thanks for the shopping trip Wildwing, I had lots of fun."
"No problem Mal, I had fun too."
Wildwing turned on the radio while Mallory concentrated on driving. The car ride back to the pond was quiet, Mallory knew that Wildwing was thinking about what she had said at lunch, she hoped that this didn't change his views on her.
Mallory pulled up to the parking lot in the pond, and her and Wildwing got out, taking their shopping bags with them. They both put their things away and then came back to the Ready Room to see if any of the other ducks had left them messages. They both then retreated into the lounging room, crashing on the couch.
"Hey Mal, can we finish swapping life stories now, or would you rather not?"
"Yea sure if you want to" she said, trying to avoid looking at him.
"Well I told you everything about my life at home, but life at school was worse than being at home. I was never popular, and a lot of people used to make fun of me all the time. Middle school was tough because a lot of my friends backstabbed me and spread all kinds of shit about me. Then in high school I began to lose my faith and trust in other people. I alienated myself because so many people that I had trusted and loved had either betrayed or abandoned me. I hated everyone around me, but I hated myself more than anyone."
At this point Wildwing draped his arm around her shoulder, and wrapped his other free arm around her waist. Mallory wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his chest. Wildwing was enjoying being able to hold Mallory in his arms, and whether or not she wanted to admit it, Mallory enjoyed being held by someone else, especially Wildwing.
"I always used to think that I was to blame for everything. I still do. I mean I always felt that I must have done something horribly wrong to deserve all of the things that happened to me. I began to believe what everyone said about me. I felt worthless and unhappy, yet no one seemed to want to help me, so I just gave in to everyone else, they succeeded at making me miserable. I had very few friends, and eventually I stopped being friends with them. I was alone because I knew that no one else could relate to what I was going through. I didn't want to have to go through the torture that was brought on by my emotions, so I hid them from everyone, I didn't cry because it made me feel weak. I didn't share my pain or grief with anyone, I just kept my life hidden from everyone. I had to be strong for the people around me, even though I had very little strength to begin with. I had to help everyone, and yet not be helped in return. I was so miserable, I just gave up after a while. In the end I lost all of my hope, trust and self-confidence, I still haven't gained any of it back yet, and a part of me is still miserable over it. But the thing that made me the most miserable was the fact that I lost my ability to love. I lost all concept of love because those who I was supposed to love treated me like shit. Therefore, I just lost the concept of it, I never felt like people do when they love others."
Wildwing was stricken with a new sense of grief. He never knew that her soul had died, that she was so miserable. He just held her in his arms and gently rocked her back and forth, in small, slow strides. He rested his head on top of hers and looked down at her face, she looked so unhappy. Then the impossible happened, Mallory began to cry. Silent tears of pain, depression and anger slid down her face and stained her cheeks. He knew that she was trying so hard not to cry, but that she couldn't keep everything bottled up any longer. He quickly gathered her up into his arms and carried her back into her room. He sat down on the bed with her, and held her in his arms again, half sitting, and half resting against her numerous pillows, just holding her and letting her cry. He wiped away the tears from her cheeks, and tightened his grip around her waist.
"Here now you can cry in private and I can leave if you want me to." Said Wing gently.
"No, stay please, and thanks for bringing me back here for privacy's sake." She replied, her voice choked with tears.
He wrapped one arm tighter around her waist and gently rubbed her back with the other, letting her tighten her arms around his waist. He could feel her head resting on top of his neck, her tears falling onto his feathers, and her choked yet silent gasps for air warming the side of his neck. He quietly hummed, a trick that had always worked to make Nosedive feel more secure when he was a child, hoping it would work on Mallory. Apparently it did, because Mallory stopped crying after a little while.
"Thank you Wing." She mumbled into his neck "I'm sorry I broke down like this in front of you, it's not how I wanted you to see me."
"No don't be sorry Mal, I'm glad that you let yourself cry in front of me. I'm glad that you trust me enough to let your emotions show in front of me." He replied, hugging her tighter than before.
Within a few minutes, Mallory had fallen asleep in his arms. Not wanting to disturb her, Wildwing didn't let go of her, but instead fell asleep holding her.
Chapter 9
Mallory hurried to the exit, and found Wildwing sitting on a bench watching her walk over to him.
"Have fun Mal?"
"Yea, I did, ready to go?"
"Sure, where did you park the car?" he asked, holding the door open for Mallory.
"I see us, although we really aren't that hard to miss. I mean how many other teal SUV's with duck head- shaped hoods are there in this world?"
Wildwing laughed and climbed into the car as soon as they got to it. Mallory climbed into the driver's seat and started up the engine.
"Thanks for the shopping trip Wildwing, I had lots of fun."
"No problem Mal, I had fun too."
Wildwing turned on the radio while Mallory concentrated on driving. The car ride back to the pond was quiet, Mallory knew that Wildwing was thinking about what she had said at lunch, she hoped that this didn't change his views on her.
Mallory pulled up to the parking lot in the pond, and her and Wildwing got out, taking their shopping bags with them. They both put their things away and then came back to the Ready Room to see if any of the other ducks had left them messages. They both then retreated into the lounging room, crashing on the couch.
"Hey Mal, can we finish swapping life stories now, or would you rather not?"
"Yea sure if you want to" she said, trying to avoid looking at him.
"Well I told you everything about my life at home, but life at school was worse than being at home. I was never popular, and a lot of people used to make fun of me all the time. Middle school was tough because a lot of my friends backstabbed me and spread all kinds of shit about me. Then in high school I began to lose my faith and trust in other people. I alienated myself because so many people that I had trusted and loved had either betrayed or abandoned me. I hated everyone around me, but I hated myself more than anyone."
At this point Wildwing draped his arm around her shoulder, and wrapped his other free arm around her waist. Mallory wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her head into his chest. Wildwing was enjoying being able to hold Mallory in his arms, and whether or not she wanted to admit it, Mallory enjoyed being held by someone else, especially Wildwing.
"I always used to think that I was to blame for everything. I still do. I mean I always felt that I must have done something horribly wrong to deserve all of the things that happened to me. I began to believe what everyone said about me. I felt worthless and unhappy, yet no one seemed to want to help me, so I just gave in to everyone else, they succeeded at making me miserable. I had very few friends, and eventually I stopped being friends with them. I was alone because I knew that no one else could relate to what I was going through. I didn't want to have to go through the torture that was brought on by my emotions, so I hid them from everyone, I didn't cry because it made me feel weak. I didn't share my pain or grief with anyone, I just kept my life hidden from everyone. I had to be strong for the people around me, even though I had very little strength to begin with. I had to help everyone, and yet not be helped in return. I was so miserable, I just gave up after a while. In the end I lost all of my hope, trust and self-confidence, I still haven't gained any of it back yet, and a part of me is still miserable over it. But the thing that made me the most miserable was the fact that I lost my ability to love. I lost all concept of love because those who I was supposed to love treated me like shit. Therefore, I just lost the concept of it, I never felt like people do when they love others."
Wildwing was stricken with a new sense of grief. He never knew that her soul had died, that she was so miserable. He just held her in his arms and gently rocked her back and forth, in small, slow strides. He rested his head on top of hers and looked down at her face, she looked so unhappy. Then the impossible happened, Mallory began to cry. Silent tears of pain, depression and anger slid down her face and stained her cheeks. He knew that she was trying so hard not to cry, but that she couldn't keep everything bottled up any longer. He quickly gathered her up into his arms and carried her back into her room. He sat down on the bed with her, and held her in his arms again, half sitting, and half resting against her numerous pillows, just holding her and letting her cry. He wiped away the tears from her cheeks, and tightened his grip around her waist.
"Here now you can cry in private and I can leave if you want me to." Said Wing gently.
"No, stay please, and thanks for bringing me back here for privacy's sake." She replied, her voice choked with tears.
He wrapped one arm tighter around her waist and gently rubbed her back with the other, letting her tighten her arms around his waist. He could feel her head resting on top of his neck, her tears falling onto his feathers, and her choked yet silent gasps for air warming the side of his neck. He quietly hummed, a trick that had always worked to make Nosedive feel more secure when he was a child, hoping it would work on Mallory. Apparently it did, because Mallory stopped crying after a little while.
"Thank you Wing." She mumbled into his neck "I'm sorry I broke down like this in front of you, it's not how I wanted you to see me."
"No don't be sorry Mal, I'm glad that you let yourself cry in front of me. I'm glad that you trust me enough to let your emotions show in front of me." He replied, hugging her tighter than before.
Within a few minutes, Mallory had fallen asleep in his arms. Not wanting to disturb her, Wildwing didn't let go of her, but instead fell asleep holding her.