JKA: Hey everyone! Thanks fer reviews and such (think I've been forgetting to say that for the majority of these drabbles...). Early - or I guess you could call it late, considering the time - update tonight as my weekend is completely jam-packed, so I figured it'd be better to update this for you guys while I still have the time. Usual disclaimers apply. Read, review, enjoy, you know how it goes~
What About Now - Daughtry
"And you're a good judge of character?"
The words cut him to the core, as if their letters have jagged edges, digging deep into his heart. He meets her fiery glare evenly, barely resisting the urge to flinch under the force of her anger.
What happened to us, Keir?
She scowls at the indifference of his expression, biting her lip in a desperate attempt to refrain from dissolving into tears. Wisps of the deepest black are evident in his stormy ocean eyes, the only physical indication of the rage burning behind his calm façade — of the monster within.
What's changed you, Jak?
"Besides, the Jak I knew wouldn't be working for a guy like Krew!"
Another blow, another crack snaking its way into his chest. She's right, and he knows it. He's not the same Jak he was all those years ago. The innocent boy that had once been him had died at Praxis' hand.
If he could make things the way they'd used to be, then he would, if only for her. He'd give anything to return to the old days, the time long before his and Keira's relationship had begun to collapse around them.
Do you even care about me anymore?
"I need Krew's connections to fight the Baron!"
She winces, recovering quickly so as not to let him notice. Revenge was the most important thing in his life now, that much was obvious. Anything they'd ever had, or ever could have had, was gone, destroyed by the poison of his hatred.
I don't want to lose you.
"Just don't come crying to me when the walls fall down!"
He turns his back on her, unable to witness the hurt that flashes in her emerald gaze in response to his words. Without looking back, he storms out of the garage, chin held high to mask the agony tearing him apart from the inside.
Forgive me, Keira.
Not a sound escapes her lips as she watches him leave, rooted to the ground, unable to think of anything to say that will make him come back. He'd been her one hope in this future of uncertainty and war, the single ray of sunshine in an endless night. Now her glimmer of light had burnt out, and there was nothing left for her to hold onto.
But I still love you.