Sorry I got behind! So for special, here's two chapters, and for all who are confused, hang in there, it'll make sense. :-)
"I remember..." Sydney said shakily. She looked at his eyes. His sad eyes. "But why? Why here?"
He didn't answer. A woman entered the room. She was angry, and not even looking at Sydney, started yelling at him.
"What are you doing? Do you think bringing her here will solve anything?
But then she advanced towards her. Sydney backed away and he grabbed her by the arms, pulling her to him. She struggled to release herself. The woman stopped, clearly amused.
"If you think this will work, you certainly have your work cut out for you." Smiling, she turned and left.
Sark relaxed his grip on her arms but he didn't let go. Sydney was confused. "Sark"
He let her go. She turned to face him. His eyes lit up. "Will you let me go?" His eyes returned to stony blue.
"You still don't understand!" He yelled as he grabbed her arm again. Sark dragged her back to the room despite her struggles, and shoved her forward. But he didn't close the door. He didn't lock her in.
Sydney all of a sudden wished he did. She wished she was alone, wished he wasn't there, standing before her. His eyes had softened.
"Sydney..." He pleaded and walked towards her.
She knew she didn't trust him. Still keeping her eyes on him, she stepped back until she bumped into the bed behind her and fell on it. She held up her hand. "Don't..." She trailed off. She couldn't think of words. He stopped, then he turned, slamming the door behind him.
Sydney heard the lock click and let out a breath. What was he going to do? What would he have done? She curled up on the bed, crying helplessly, before she fell asleep. She awoke hours later and again looked around the room.
She noticed a desk below the window. The book from her car was sitting on it, next to her car keys. There was also a clock with red numbers displaying ten thirty.Sydney buried her face in her hands. Seven hours too late.