This is a really boring, kinda confusing chapter, and I really don't feel like fixing it. I'm just trying to get to the next chapter, so her it is. No further comment.
He looked over her carefully, as if trying to locate the strange feeling he sensed from her. She didn't show it in her face, but her eyes told him that she was troubled. "What is it?" he asked again, trying to help.
This was peculiar.
He was trying to comfort someone.
He was feeling.
It was his turn to be troubled. He shook his head, attempting to shake off this sensation. It didn't work. He tried to then shake his whole body, struggling to rid himself of this strange sense. He didn't understand; why would he want to comfort this stranger? She seemed content enough, right?
But he knew he was lying to himself. Those eyes . . . they were so . . . penetratingly revealing. His head turned to her, watching her stare into the wall.
Unexpectedly, flashes of the past flew across his eyes. He could see . . . could see . . . no. It wasn't possible. His memories couldn't come back. Not now. Not ever.
But they did.
-Flashback-
The empath was seated on the brightly adorned stool at the shiny, reflective counter. Her pupils were directed straight at the wall, boring holes into it. Her violet irises gleamed in the fluorescent lights built into the ceiling, accenting her features brilliantly.
From a slight distance stood a green changeling, watching her. It wasn't obsessive, it was a curious observation. Her face remained unchanged, but her eyes told all. Why was she so distressed?
"Raven?" the changeling tried tentatively. There was no answer. "Um, Raven? What's wrong?" Abruptly, she stood up from the stool quickly. He jumped slightly, not expecting an immediate response. She strutted over to him, and he thought her delicate hands were balled into fists.
Coming close, her eyes bore into his. He was confused; why was she so angry? Her face certainly showed it this time; her eyebrows were turned in and she had that look in her captivating eyes . . . .
She looked deep into his eyes, as if searching for something. He merely looked back, faintly scared of her anger. Especially since it seemed to be directed at him . . . . He was puzzled; what did he do wrong?
Suddenly, it seemed as though she found what she was searching for. She gasped quietly and her anger appeared to vanish. "What is it, Raven?" he asked in a small voice. At that moment, her fists clamped together again and her eyes returned with anger. She took in a breath to say something, but it was as if she couldn't, torn between different emotions. She let out the breath in a frustrated manner and walked out of the room.
He looked after her, puzzled.
-End Flashback-
What had happened that day? Why had she been acting so . . . different? Later, she had been more normal ––– well, normal for her; but she had seemed changed somehow. When he had ever entered the same room as her, she would leave. Even when he had just tried to talk to her to see what was going on with her, she would turn away. The week that it had continued for was painful for him. He hadn't even done anything wrong. That he knew of, at least.
Then, the next week, she had acted like nothing had happened. The one indication she had given him was when she commented with a glance towards him, "Things happen. Some are . . . unexpected." What had she meant?
But why was he even trying to analyze the past? It was useless.
His chest felt heavy, and his heart was in his throat. Because I care, he thought to himself.
His thoughts were scattered and all over the place, and confusion settled upon his brow. Why was he thinking of this now? Why did his thoughts seem to jump from one to the next? Why did he even try to understand?
Things happen. Some are . . . unexpected.
She hadn't realized how cruel the irony of that was to be.
Weird. Random. Slightly insane.
Yup. That's me.
Deal with it.