The light reflecting through the multitudes of empty bottles upon the table
caused a rainbow effect now present on the walls of the dark room. But the
beauty of this phenomenon was lost upon the loan finger hunched in the
corner.
The lack of light emanating from the single working lamp caused a number of dark shadows to play across his face. This is where he belonged he thought, in the dark, alone. That was all that was left now, the dark.
Brennan sighed.
Now that his light had been taken away.
He hadn't appreciated her. Her Smile. Her laugh. The way she smelled of the forest, a light, musky scent. The way she made him feel like the most important person in the world just by looking at him.
He hadn't deserved her. None of them had.
She had given her everything to the team, to them. She gave herself, body and soul to the mission, to saving others.
All she asked, was that she could rely on them, trust them to walk by her side. To help her when things got too much for her to handle alone.
But he, they, couldn't even do that.
They couldn't protect her when she needed them the most. They couldn't save her when her life was in their hands. They couldn't even manage the simple task of watching her back.
He laughed, a short burst of sound.
Watching her back. That was exactly what Jesse had accused him of earlier that day. Though he had meant "back" in a totally different context.
He hadn't missed the puzzled looks she sent his way, or the look of hurt that crossed her face whenever he avoided her gaze.
If he hadn't been trying to prove Jesse wrong, by totally avoiding looking at Shalimar altogether, he might have been able to save her.
He might have seen the knife in time. He might have seen it coming. He might have seen the look of pain that must have graced her beautiful face as the knife was plunged home. But instead, he had been as far away from Shalimar as he could possibly get, without arousing suspicion.
He had been the last to reach her.
It had taken him a full thirty seconds to cross the warehouse. Thirty short seconds which seemed to last forever at the time. Time enough to see Emma and Jesse clutching each other weeping, time enough to see Adam crouched by her side, trying in vain to save her. Time enough to see her convulse with pain.
Time enough to loose his chance to say goodbye.
He had reached her side, just as the life left her body. Left her lifeless, and her eyes empty.
Her beautiful golden eyes, so full of emotion, empty now, save for a few left over tears and his reflection.
His regrets run rampant through his alcohol-clouded mind. Thoughts of what could have been leaving him cold and sad.
He would never get the chance to say so many things to her. Never get the chance to see if they might have been good together. Never get the chance to feel he lips against his own, just once.
He would never get the chance.
The lack of light emanating from the single working lamp caused a number of dark shadows to play across his face. This is where he belonged he thought, in the dark, alone. That was all that was left now, the dark.
Brennan sighed.
Now that his light had been taken away.
He hadn't appreciated her. Her Smile. Her laugh. The way she smelled of the forest, a light, musky scent. The way she made him feel like the most important person in the world just by looking at him.
He hadn't deserved her. None of them had.
She had given her everything to the team, to them. She gave herself, body and soul to the mission, to saving others.
All she asked, was that she could rely on them, trust them to walk by her side. To help her when things got too much for her to handle alone.
But he, they, couldn't even do that.
They couldn't protect her when she needed them the most. They couldn't save her when her life was in their hands. They couldn't even manage the simple task of watching her back.
He laughed, a short burst of sound.
Watching her back. That was exactly what Jesse had accused him of earlier that day. Though he had meant "back" in a totally different context.
He hadn't missed the puzzled looks she sent his way, or the look of hurt that crossed her face whenever he avoided her gaze.
If he hadn't been trying to prove Jesse wrong, by totally avoiding looking at Shalimar altogether, he might have been able to save her.
He might have seen the knife in time. He might have seen it coming. He might have seen the look of pain that must have graced her beautiful face as the knife was plunged home. But instead, he had been as far away from Shalimar as he could possibly get, without arousing suspicion.
He had been the last to reach her.
It had taken him a full thirty seconds to cross the warehouse. Thirty short seconds which seemed to last forever at the time. Time enough to see Emma and Jesse clutching each other weeping, time enough to see Adam crouched by her side, trying in vain to save her. Time enough to see her convulse with pain.
Time enough to loose his chance to say goodbye.
He had reached her side, just as the life left her body. Left her lifeless, and her eyes empty.
Her beautiful golden eyes, so full of emotion, empty now, save for a few left over tears and his reflection.
His regrets run rampant through his alcohol-clouded mind. Thoughts of what could have been leaving him cold and sad.
He would never get the chance to say so many things to her. Never get the chance to see if they might have been good together. Never get the chance to feel he lips against his own, just once.
He would never get the chance.