Chapter Two
S-POV
I walked out of the shopping mall and looked around.
I observe.
It's what I do.
I watched as everyone left the mall, smiles on their faces, satisfied that they had bought what they wanted. I watched as some people looked slightly disappointed that they couldn't find the item of their desire. I watched as mothers and fathers walked out of the mall with a whining kids, who didn't get the latest Barbie Doll or Hot Wheels Car.
I observe.
It's what I do.
A person like me picks up on things. For example, the teen walking out of the northwest entrance has stolen something from the mall. The girl behind him looked depressed. She most likely had a fight with her boyfriend.
But I also picked up on two stunning green eyes from the same northwest.
Vaughn.
Somehow he had followed me. He was watching me, and even from here I could see the intenseness of his eyes.
I shut my eyes and took in a deep breath. I open my eyes. He's gone.
Gone for Good?
Is that what you want?
I picked up the shopping bag that had dropped out of my hands and walked to my car. I put it in my trunk and walk around to get into the car.
I close my eyes and then open them. I crane my neck to see the northwest entrance.
No one there.
I drove my foot onto the gas petal and reversed faster than I should have.
I glanced at the rear view window as my car raced backwards.
Green eyes.
Scared Green Eyes.
Unconscious Green Eyes.
I had hit Vaughn.
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I paced the hospital floor.
I looked around.
The nurse came up and signalled me to come into Vaughn's room. She told me he was still unconscious.
Of course he was.
I walked in and sat by his bed.
What am I suppose to do, take his hand and pray? Am I supposed to just cry my heart out, when I couldn't? I swore to myself the day he told me he was married, I'd never cry over him, i wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
So what the hell was I suppose to do?
Frustrated I got off the stool and walked to the window. I glanced outside.
An old man was slowly stumming his guitar outside, and his black cat sat next to him. His eyes showed pain as people passed by him, not giving a damn.
My eyes began to mist.
Can't people see how sick he is of his life, how he wants to change it so desperately? That he's had enough of this and just wants to die, but doesn't have the courage to kill himself. Can't they see he lost a love? That he lost someone he loves to someone else and he is out on the streets because of that? Don't they see that he's scared, even though he looks like he's some tough scary person? Can't they see that? Can't they?
I leaned against the wall and let out the tears I've been holding since I found out Vaughn had got married. I let out the pain I felt for every time Vaughn had kissed Lauren at work. I let the tears roll down my cheek for Noah and Danny, for Francie and my mother. I let the tears tumble down my cheek as I remembered the CIA agents Dixon blew up by mistake when we still worked at SD-6. I cried for every horrible thing that's ever happened in my life.
I cried.
And I cried hard.
"Syd?"
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