Part 16-Resolution
resolution-The conversion of something abstract into another form
He'd first seen her in a plaza.
Amid all those people, all the colors and faces, her outline remained stark clear-to this day he wondered how he ever got lucky enough to notice her.
Pedestrians passed in front of his gaze but to no avail-she still shone, as bright as any star in her navy v-neck and peach floral skirt. She gave off the appearance of a girl who had just stolen candy from her grandfather, or a baby bird that had completed its first successful flight-it was his mistake that he didn't see that she was a woman in love. In love with Dominic Cobb.
There was a fountain at the center that she sat on…she was just grinning for no obvious reason, her eyes the same color as the cloudless sky, and he'd came to a halt in the crowd in order to admire her light. He didn't know why she just blazingly stood out like that-but that's how it had started.
Dainty legs crossed and hands behind her she leant back, allowing the spray from the water to spritz on her skin, her eyes examining the blanket of sky above her.
Thad swore she was the prettiest little thing he'd ever seen. And he'd seen many….many, pretty things.
He was soulful, angsty, and unknown to most, but when people got to know him he was downright charming. He knew that. If he wanted this stranger, he could just go and pick her up now-it wouldn't be hard. A grin here, a misplaced comment there, a brushing of her exposed leg there…
But as he watched her enjoying the weather, as her gleaming grin caused his heart to rip into 100 beats per second, something inside him starry-eyes Thad had previously been wearing fell off, his cheekbones tensing as his delight in her morphed into a kind of sizzling iron. A heavy, shocking weight in his chest-a resolution.
He didn't just want this stranger for one night. He needed her for forever. He needed her. And he would have her. The weight was unusual-even now, in his moment of reckoning, he questioned it-for random, passing moment he'd become alarmed, even distraught at what he'd become. But only for a little while. All he had to do was slip into Dominic's skin… and then she was his.
He hated when she came to her senses, when hurting her was over. Because then he recalled the headlines, the news channel report from Los Angeles: American Man Slaughters Wife on Anniversary, and the pictures of her ruined body on the sidewalk and street- remembering the grotesque images would cause him to wake up. And then he would cry vinegary tears until he summoned up the reason why he had to keep going. The weight would only go away, he decided, if he brought her memory justice-and what better way…then to bring down the man who ruined both their lives?
Newly awoken, Thad's lips curved upward charmingly-and then he began his plan.
~Sorry, readers! I had to include at least one more chapter in Thad's POV...he's so compelling. At least to me, anyway. I have been told to 'crank out this story like a mofo cause I wanna read more'. I will do. The next chapters are building up, each chapter another huge step forward. I am still studying for the upcoming exams, however-in about a week and half I will be hitting this computer like no tomorrow until Rappeler's done and finished. I hope this was good and/or worth reading. Thank you all who read!-MsArtemis~