A/N: I am so sorry about the year long gap, a lot has happenned but hopefully I'm back for good though I can't make any promises. If any of my old readers are still here sorry again and to any new ones I may be lucky enough to have-hi! Hope you all enjoy.
Chapter 8
He stared at her, watching the emotional struggle she was going through as it played out on her face. It was not long before they were looking each other in the eyes; just like the first time they met. Except it wasn't the first time they'd met. They were young then.
That didn't seem to matter now, her eyes were still a trap for him and he felt himself being drawn in again. He saw her pain again and – he hoped- he saw something more. But she turned her head away. She put her guard up and, following her lead, he did the same.
"What are you doing here?"
Her tone was angry. She hadn't meant it to be but she was scared of the silence and had to say something. And something harsh was better than admitting how she really felt.
He was taken aback by her abruptness, and motioned over his shoulder to point at the hospital: "I work here. I got a transfer".
She stared at him for a moment and he knew what that stare meant.
"I didn't come here to look for you", he was angry now. Angry that she thought he had just been waiting around for the past three years looking for her, angry that she was pretty close to the truth, and angry that he still cared what she thought.
"I'm staying here; with my sisters." She answered the unasked question because she couldn't deal with the way he kept staring at her. It was not how he used to look at her, there was anger there now and she didn't blame him. She couldn't blame him. She blamed herself for leaving him and being the cause of what he was feeling now. She couldn't take it anymore. She knew she'd left him but she had never considered it from his point of view before. Not properly- how could she? She knew it would hurt too much. But now she was confronted by what she had done and she couldn't handle it so she turned around and she walked up the stairs back to the manor.
As she walked a question burst out of Leo's mouth. One he never thought to say but now it was out there he wondered why he had not said it sooner:
"Who's the girl?"
A/N: I'm sorry it's so short but I decided that this was a good place to leave a chapter. please review and as always, ideas are welcome.