Linda's POV
Charlie's been acting really weird lately, it's starting to worry me. He keeps muttering things about Adam being quiet, under his breath. I have to admit, it's a bit creepy. Sometimes I catch him staring at the team picture on his desk, blankly, like there is nothing behind his eyes. There's little feeling in face or emotion in his voice these days. For some reason he won't open up to me.
I lean over and kiss his cheek and turns his head, to face me. I can feel it, he's looking right through me, like I'm not even here. There's something on his mind, I wish I could read whatever is playing in his head. To reach in and take his thoughts for my own and pick them apart until I discover the answer to the unasked question. It's been weeks since he stopped being who he was and turned into this mass of confusion.
"What's the matter, Charlie?" I try again, for the fifth time in an hour.
He forces a smile, which is far more then I've seen in a long time. "Nothing. Why would something be the matter?"
I bite my lip as it starts to quiver. I can't take this anymore it's tearing my up inside. Why can't he share whatever secret he's holding, with me? Why can't he tell me, what's causing his so much anguish? I'm his girlfriend damn it, he's suppose to love me.
"You can tell me, whatever it is Charlie, I won't judge you. I love you, no matter what the problem, I'll be here for you."
Charlie's eyes seem to focus for the first time in days. His gaze settles on me, like he hasn't seen me in weeks. I feel cold under his stare, naked. His eyes are exposing my biggest weakness, my love for him.
"It's not my place to tell you, Linda. If I thought was, I would've already."
"You can tell me anything. Just share your secret with me, and I'll help you deal with it."
Suddenly builds behind his, a flash of heat sweeps over the icy room. He flares his nostrils and anger like an enraged bull. Finally, emotion, I see emotion in his face. Sure, it's annoyance, maybe even fury, but emotion none the less.
"It's not my secret to tell damn it!" Charlie screams, furious, but seeming to come to life again. He sweeps his hands over the top of his dresser sending a bottle of cologne to the floor. The room is now thick with a musty sent, oozing from the shattered glass.
"If it's bothering you this much then tell me. I can help, you and your friend, at least the best I can."
His shoulders slump and the tenseness leaves his muscles, eye cooling. He closes his eyelids lightly and I can see his eyeball twitching beneath them. There's so much aggravation and uncertainty in him. "Just go home, Linda. I'll be fine."
I leave without argument, scared to set him off again. Terrified of what may happen. He's baring too much of a burden for this secret, I hope it's worth it.
Charlie's been acting really weird lately, it's starting to worry me. He keeps muttering things about Adam being quiet, under his breath. I have to admit, it's a bit creepy. Sometimes I catch him staring at the team picture on his desk, blankly, like there is nothing behind his eyes. There's little feeling in face or emotion in his voice these days. For some reason he won't open up to me.
I lean over and kiss his cheek and turns his head, to face me. I can feel it, he's looking right through me, like I'm not even here. There's something on his mind, I wish I could read whatever is playing in his head. To reach in and take his thoughts for my own and pick them apart until I discover the answer to the unasked question. It's been weeks since he stopped being who he was and turned into this mass of confusion.
"What's the matter, Charlie?" I try again, for the fifth time in an hour.
He forces a smile, which is far more then I've seen in a long time. "Nothing. Why would something be the matter?"
I bite my lip as it starts to quiver. I can't take this anymore it's tearing my up inside. Why can't he share whatever secret he's holding, with me? Why can't he tell me, what's causing his so much anguish? I'm his girlfriend damn it, he's suppose to love me.
"You can tell me, whatever it is Charlie, I won't judge you. I love you, no matter what the problem, I'll be here for you."
Charlie's eyes seem to focus for the first time in days. His gaze settles on me, like he hasn't seen me in weeks. I feel cold under his stare, naked. His eyes are exposing my biggest weakness, my love for him.
"It's not my place to tell you, Linda. If I thought was, I would've already."
"You can tell me anything. Just share your secret with me, and I'll help you deal with it."
Suddenly builds behind his, a flash of heat sweeps over the icy room. He flares his nostrils and anger like an enraged bull. Finally, emotion, I see emotion in his face. Sure, it's annoyance, maybe even fury, but emotion none the less.
"It's not my secret to tell damn it!" Charlie screams, furious, but seeming to come to life again. He sweeps his hands over the top of his dresser sending a bottle of cologne to the floor. The room is now thick with a musty sent, oozing from the shattered glass.
"If it's bothering you this much then tell me. I can help, you and your friend, at least the best I can."
His shoulders slump and the tenseness leaves his muscles, eye cooling. He closes his eyelids lightly and I can see his eyeball twitching beneath them. There's so much aggravation and uncertainty in him. "Just go home, Linda. I'll be fine."
I leave without argument, scared to set him off again. Terrified of what may happen. He's baring too much of a burden for this secret, I hope it's worth it.