Heavily running his hands through his thick, wavy locks. Wyatt sat down by the water's edge, holding his head in his hands. Sleep still weighing heavily on his mind, he thought back to his dream, the memory of his greatest sin. Inhaling sharply he heard a soft noise behind him, slowly exhaling he looked up at the water, watching as it lapped the shoreline.
"What are you doing here?" he asked softly, watching one of the boat's in the bay as it putted along.
"Well I keep getting this feeling that my fiancé isn't telling me everything. Especially given the fact that he takes off every time I try to talk to him." Bianca said softly as she made her way closer to him. "I don't know anymore, what do you think?"
Wyatt didn't say anything. Instead he sat there nervously playing with his fingers, what was he supposed to say? He could feel Bianca getting closer, he knew she was standing just to the left of him. He could feel her eyes studying him, watching every minuet move he made. Sighing lightly she crouched down beside him, hesitantly reaching her hand out and laying it on his shoulder.
"Baby, what did you mean before?" she asked timidly. Wyatt casually shrugged as he moved his hand to hers on his shoulder. Slowly lifting her fingertips with his as he interlocked their fingers. "Wyatt?"
"Mm?" he mumbled, slowly looking over his shoulder at her.
"What did you mean before about not wanting to lose me?" she asked a little firmer. "What's going on inside that fickle mind of yours that would make you think you'd lose me?"
"It's not something I'm thinking, it's something I've done." he said softly, looking at their interlocked fingers then back to the water. "Something I'm not proud of, but I know it's going to hurt you when you find out."
Biting her lip and pulling her hand from his, Bianca slowly moved around so that she was in front of him. Gently placing her hand on his cheek she guided his face towards hers so she could look into his eyes. All she could see was a mixture of confusion, pain, disgust and love. Her face softening as he tenderly placed his hand on her knee before looking away again.
"Whatever it is Wyatt we can work it out." she told him simply, starting to get annoyed by his avoidance.
Wyatt turned his eyes back to her, studying her face. Slowly his eyes moved downwards, as if taking his last look at her. Gradually making his way back up he stood quickly taking her hand, rapidly whipping around to check for other people. Seeing the coast was clear he orbed them back to her apartment. Softly he pushed her back towards the couch, settling her in as she watched him quizzically.
"Wyatt, what's going on?" she asked nervously. "You're freaking me out."
Simply placing one finger on her lips he crouched down in front of her, staring deep into her eyes. Gradually letting his finger fall away.
"Just remember that I don't want to hurt you." he said softly. "But I can't keep on lying to you. Everything's not okay Bianca, I don't say it to worry you, but you've all been on my case all day about the last few months. Especially the last few weeks."
Running a hand through his hair, he flipped several stray strands behind his ears as he turned away. Standing he walked over to the empty fireplace.
"Wyatt?" Bianca started, stopping as he rested both hands on the mantle. Squeezing his eyes shut as he lowered his head and dropped his shoulders.
"Do you remember the day we met?" he asked softly. He could feel her eyes still glued to his back, feel her confusion that clung to the air around him. "Bianca?"
"Of course I remember."
"Tell me what you remember?" he asked, picking up one of the candle holders on the shelf. Slowly rolling it in one hand.
"Well," she started, shifting herself in the chair to get comfortable. "It was a pretty crappy day, raining so hard, and the thunder and lightning, I don't remember it being like that ever before or since. Everyone was running around like it was the end of the world. But not you. That's when I first saw you, you were just standing there as if you were waiting for something. Dressed all in black, your hair tied back in a ponytail, dripping wet. You were such a sight, but I couldn't take my eyes off you. There was just something about you that kept me there. In the end I was just as wet from standing there watching you, and slowly you made your way over handing me your sopping wet coat. Flashing me that mega watt smile that just about melted my heart right then and there. And then after you introduced yourself we went for a walk, people were watching us like we were crazy, just walking in the rain like that. But for some reason I didn't care. It felt so right just walking with you. And after a few hours, you walked me back here. You wouldn't even kiss me or anything, you just stood there smiling that goofy smile as you handed me a slip of paper, then turned and left. I remember reading your phone number and smiling for hours afterwards, trying to work up the courage to call you. Then when I did, you answered like you knew it was me and we talked for hours about nothing and everything. Why?"
Slowly turning he gave her a little smile, before glancing over his shoulder and putting the candle holder back, then turning his attention back to her.
"I'd been watching you for hours before then." he said softly. "It's not like I was stalking you but when you walked into the little book store, I knew I had to meet you. Of course I totally abused my powers, reading your mind a little to see where you were going to go that day so I could make sure I was there."
"Really?" she asked coyly.
Wyatt nodded slowly, hesitant to move towards her like he wanted to. Clasping his hands behind his back he looked down at the ground, letting his hair fall forward and cover his face, before crouching down almost into a small ball.
"I've done a few things lately that I'm definitely not proud of."
"Baby you've already said that." Bianca said scooting forward, kneeling in front of him. Gently resting one hand on the back of his shoulder, slowly rubbing her hand in a small circle, trying her best to draw whatever it was from him. Slowly he lifted his head a little, letting her brush his hair behind his ears before running her fingers softly over his cheek. Looking into her eyes he could feel the words sticking in the back of his throat. Closing them tight he reached for one of her hands, running his thumb over her knuckles before lightly kissing her hand.
"I don't even know how to say it without it coming out wrong. But it is wrong, all of it." he rambled incoherently. Bianca sat back on her heels with one eyebrow raised, watching him as he played with one of his shoe laces.
"Wyatt?" she asked softly again. Causing him to once again look up at her, biting the inside of his lip he let go of her hand and reached his out to her face, holding it against her cheek as she closed her eyes and leant into it.
"There's no easy way at all to say it. So if you want me to go I will, but I do love you Bianca. I have ever since I saw you I just need you to know that."
"I know." she said softly placing her hand over his. Interlocking their fingers as she placed they're joined hands in her lap. "Whatever it is you can tell me Wyatt."
"All those times I've been disappearing for hours at a time I was at this, I dunno, I guess it was a demonic club if that's what you'd call it. There were a few ballsy demon's who'd take me on, they'd always end up either on the other end of Excalibur or I'd have enough and just blow them up. Or there were a few occasions where I just choked the life from their bodies. I don't know the whole death thing is interesting. Seeing how it happens, and what happens to the body afterwards."
"Like with that man before?" Bianca interrupted.
"Pretty much, that was different though. He was human, he didn't implode or anything, he was just dead. Laying there until they had to move him away." He paused for a moment looking up at her, then shaking his head he turned away again."
"I, um, last week, there was a real bastard there, he had no idea what he was getting himself into. And even though I took total advantage of that the kill was way to easy. Anyway you know, it was that day I don't know, we weren't fighting but I'd sniped at you just before I left. And there was this woman there, I knew it was wrong." He stopped as Bianca pulled her hand away from his, leaving his to fall gently on her knee. "I, Bianca, I."
Shaking her head she rocked back onto the balls of her feet and stood up slowly. Running her hands through her hair she turned around and looked over at the painting hanging on the wall before walking to the window.
"I, I, don't understand." she stammered, turning back to look at him. "What are you trying to tell me?"
Wyatt pushed himself up and started over towards her. Stopping as she slightly held one hand up and took a step back.
"Bianca, I'm so sorry."
"No," she whispered shaking her head vehemently. "You didn't. You couldn't. Please, don't say that. Anything else."
Desperately she ran her hands through her hair as he stood there staring at her. Shaking her head again she bit her lip and turned away from him. Closing her eyes as she heard him walking towards her.
"Don't Wyatt." she whispered again. Feeling his hands on her shoulders she closed her eyes as he turned her around.
"Look at me." he begged. "Bianca, please look at me."
Lifting her head towards him, she slowly opened her eyes. Feeling the tears burning her eyes she clenched her fists and began beating his chest.
"How could you Wyatt?" she screamed at him. "How could you?"
Feeling his arms moving across her back to hold her tight she slipped from his grasp, falling to her knees on the floor. Covering her eyes with the hands as she sobbed uncontrollably.
"Don't you come near me." she warned him as the floorboard squeaked lightly under his weight as he took a step towards her.
"Bianca, we can,"
"No we can't Wyatt. You promised me, you made a promise and now you've broken it. How could you?"
Wyatt lifted his hand to his head, he didn't have an answer. Not a logical one that she could accept. Again he took another step towards her.
"Just get out." she said in a low growl. Her eyes snapping angrily as she looked up at him. "Get out."
When he didn't move she clumsily lifted one leg in front of her and pushed herself up. Roughly pushing him in the chest towards the door.
"Get the hell out of here." she yelled. Striking him firmly across the face with an open hand. "Get out, get out, get out, get out."
Wyatt could feel the tears welling behind his eyes, making them brighter and bluer than they usually were.
"Are you sure you want me to go?" he asked quietly. Seeing her eyes flicker darkly he reached his hand to the door handle, slowly pulling it down and back towards him as he heard the click. This time he left through the front door with a heavy heart. Quietly closing the door behind him. Hearing her sobbing grow louder and something glassy crash into the door he leant back onto the wall. After a few moments he heard a light tinkle as something else hit the door. Then again Bianca started to sob uncontrollably, blinking back the tears in his own eyes he woefully orbed himself to his own room. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he held his head in his hands, closing his eyes as his shoulders began to tremble slightly. Hearing footsteps on the landing he braced himself as his door swung open and both parents stood there.
"Wyatt?" Piper called softly, her brow creasing slightly at the sight of her eldest son. "Sweetie? What's happened?"
Lifting his head he looked up at his mother, his tear strewn face contorted in obvious distress. Lifting his arms towards her as if reaching for her, the tears fell freely as she enveloped him in a tight embrace.
"I've screwed everything up so badly mom." he sobbed in between breaths.
"What's happened?" she asked again softly, brushing his forehead with a kiss.
"Don't mom, I don't deserve it." he told her pulling his head away. "I need someone to check on Bianca. Please, dad?" he begged turning towards his father. "Please, please go see if she's okay."
Leo frowned slightly, taking a step towards his wife and son. "Wyatt, what's going on?"
"Please can't you just go see if she's okay?" he asked hysterically.
"Not until I know what's going on." Leo answered firmly. He looked over at Piper who was shaking her head negatively at him while trying to calm her son down. "Fine."
Piper watched as the orbs trailed towards the ceiling then disappeared as though they'd never been there. Turning her attention once again to Wyatt she gently stroked his curls before taking his shoulder and pulling him back to her. Holding him close as his body shook violently in her arms.
"Ssh, baby, it's okay." she cooed.
"It's not mom." he wept. Piper looked down at the top of his head as he buried his head into her waist. Prying him off of her, she dropped down in front of him, looking up at him now. Brushing the tears off his cheek with her hand before pushing his hair back off his face. Smiling slightly she extended one finger to the bridge of his nose then slowly drew it down, lifting it then touching the tip letting off a light beep.
"Talk to me baby." she asked softly. Carefully she watched him as a bewildered look crossed his face, his eyes staring blankly back at her, the tears still falling from the corner of his eyes.
"She hates me now. She's never going to forgive me." he said as the tears began to fall harder again. Raising his hands he covered his face and fell back onto the bed.
"I'm sure she doesn't hate you Wyatt." Piper said firmly but gently as she gently rubbed his leg. Without him telling her the specifics she had only her gut instincts to fall on. Slowly shaking her head she knew better than to jump to conclusions, watching him she came to the realisation that he would tell her if he wanted to know what it was about.
"It'll be okay." she said reassuringly as she slowly stood. Groaning lightly from the effort. "Are you going to stay up here?"
Nodding he rolled over and reached for a pillow, lifting his head before burying it into the pillow.
"I'll come and check on you later. Promise me you won't do anything stupid."
"Been there, done that." he mumble woefully into the pillow as his body began to shake again.