A/N: wow, I did not expect to get so many replies for that short first chapter! Here's the second one, and I know it's not long, but I haven't written much yet so this is it :)
We stare at each other for a few seconds.
"There's just so much about you I don't know." He says suddenly.
"Likewise." I answer silently.
"Right Kate, except my life isn't half as interesting as yours." He chuckles softly.
"I thought you said everyone deserve a new life?" I ask getting irritated that the past issue is coming up again.
"I did and everyone does deserve a new life, but I'd like to know what happened with your past life." He says drawing closer to me.
"Why?" I ask beginning to back away from him.
"There! Why are you running whenever I ask something about your past? Come on Kate you're too kind to have killed the man you love, so what was it?" he asks continuing to draw closer to me, never breaking eye contact.
"You don't know me!" I exclaim, "you don't know if I'm kind or mean, you know nothing about it! You don't know what I'm capable of and what I'm too kind to do."
"How would I know if you refuse to tell me?" he asks, his tone getting louder.
"Tell you what? That I ran away from home at 15, hooked up with the worst men ever, and ran away from the police making them kill the only man that ever thought I was worthwhile? The only one not judging me and caring about me just as messed up as I was?" I spit out.
"I'm sure he wasn't the only one." He says silently.
"Well, there was no one before him." I say and start to walk away.
"But there is someone after him." He calls out.
I stop cold and turn around to him.
For the longest time we just lock eyes.
"There is someone after him, Kate. I want to know what you did not to judge you, but to know better about you. I couldn't care less who you ran away from and who you've stolen from. 'Cause you're here now and you're the antithesis of your old self. You help, you care, and you contribute. That makes me care about you, knowing you're not mean by heart and you're not useless. You're sympathetic and that makes others sympathize for you." He says smiling.
"I don't need people sympathizing for me," I say tiredly and his smile fades, "I don't need people feeling sorry for me or avoiding me or being hypocrite to me."
"Is that what you think I'm doing?" he asks offended.
