A/N: Lots of Lindsey in this chapter.
Chapter Five: The Last Time He Cried
She kisses him. Her kisses trail down from his ear, down his neck, to his collar. As her fingers work the buttons on his shirt, he pulls her in for another kiss, and another. She moves down to make trails on his chest with her tongue, then stops abruptly. She screams. Lindsey looks down at his chest and sees the two bullet holes oozing blood.
Lindsey awakens with a pained expression on his face. He looks around, remembering where he is, and how far away he is from Eve. He doesn't even know whether she's still alive or wandering the Shadowlands by herself. Whether she's on the "surface" or just around the corner, she feels a trillion lightyears away.
He looks down at his chest. The wounds are gone, and his shirt is clean. He stares up at the ceiling, trembling, but not from fear.
Darla rolls over on the bed and looks down at the man on the rug. He doesn't see her staring. She studies his face for a moment, then asks, "When was the last time you cried?"
Her voice startles him a bit, and he looks at her. Then the question sinks in and he thinks about it. "I'm not sure," he replies. "I guess it was when I was a little kid and got a scraped knee or tripped."
"You've never cried because you were sad?"
"You mean other than being sad because I scraped my knee?" He studied the cracks in the cave ceiling. He said quietly, "I didn't even cry when my sisters died."
"How? How did they die?"
"The flue. Claire was just an infant, and Winnie had just turned two. I was four at the time. Claire died first. Curtis and I were playing in the woods when Winnie died. I didn't even care. I hadn't gotten close to either of them." His voice cracks a little. "I didn't even know them. Sometimes I wonder how they would have turned out if they'd just gotten the chance."
"You didn't cry."
"I didn't cry. - I don't know how to anymore."
A/N: Review, tell me what you liked or didn't like or loved or hated or if there were any spelling errors or whatnot or just something like "I read your story. It was existent." just so I know you read it. Please?
Chapter Five: The Last Time He Cried
She kisses him. Her kisses trail down from his ear, down his neck, to his collar. As her fingers work the buttons on his shirt, he pulls her in for another kiss, and another. She moves down to make trails on his chest with her tongue, then stops abruptly. She screams. Lindsey looks down at his chest and sees the two bullet holes oozing blood.
Lindsey awakens with a pained expression on his face. He looks around, remembering where he is, and how far away he is from Eve. He doesn't even know whether she's still alive or wandering the Shadowlands by herself. Whether she's on the "surface" or just around the corner, she feels a trillion lightyears away.
He looks down at his chest. The wounds are gone, and his shirt is clean. He stares up at the ceiling, trembling, but not from fear.
Darla rolls over on the bed and looks down at the man on the rug. He doesn't see her staring. She studies his face for a moment, then asks, "When was the last time you cried?"
Her voice startles him a bit, and he looks at her. Then the question sinks in and he thinks about it. "I'm not sure," he replies. "I guess it was when I was a little kid and got a scraped knee or tripped."
"You've never cried because you were sad?"
"You mean other than being sad because I scraped my knee?" He studied the cracks in the cave ceiling. He said quietly, "I didn't even cry when my sisters died."
"How? How did they die?"
"The flue. Claire was just an infant, and Winnie had just turned two. I was four at the time. Claire died first. Curtis and I were playing in the woods when Winnie died. I didn't even care. I hadn't gotten close to either of them." His voice cracks a little. "I didn't even know them. Sometimes I wonder how they would have turned out if they'd just gotten the chance."
"You didn't cry."
"I didn't cry. - I don't know how to anymore."
A/N: Review, tell me what you liked or didn't like or loved or hated or if there were any spelling errors or whatnot or just something like "I read your story. It was existent." just so I know you read it. Please?