Chapter 30

Hey guys, soooo sorry for the wait :( I have school now so there will definitely be less updates, but here you go!

Running through the streets of Manhattan was a piece of cake; the streets were still as crowded as they were every day, but once I had my eyes set on my prize, nothing would stop me. My breathing was erratic and my pulse was off the charts as I weaved in and out of men and women of all sorts.

Once I made it to the Brooklyn bridge, I had to stop, doubling over to catch my heaving breath. I pulled my head up, peering out to the river and the low morning sun shining off the water; it was the second most beautiful sight I have ever seen right behind the city silhouletted by the red sun set. I toook my hat off as I looked out to the docks, the sight of many boys swimming in the water caught my eye.

I stood up straight and began to run again, this time over the bridge to the wonderful, yet dangerous territory of Brooklyn. As I passed the over the bridge, I saw a young couple, obviously in love, holding each other and looking out to the water; they were clearly a wealthier pairing, yet something tells me their love has nothing to do with politics. I paused for a moment to stare at them; the were locking eyes, smiling widely and laughing as they spoke, at that moment, the young man leaned in to kiss the girl, and that is when I left.

As I made my way over the rest of the bridge connecting Manhattan and Brooklyn, I thought about the couple, slowing my pace down to a calm, thoughtful stroll. Seeing the two made me realize I would probably never have a love like that with anyone; what was the point of chasing Spot when he was still very clearly in love with Snow. He would never love me like he did her, and that pained me in a way I had never been pained.

Looking over to the docks, I contemplated going to see Spot, or simply returning to the lodging house; being the weakling I am, I turned in the opposite direction of the docks, walking home, "Who am I kiddin'," I muttered to myself as I walked on the side walk with my hands in my pockets and my head to the ground as I kicked small pebbles ahead of me.

It took me a good fifteen minutes or so to make it to the steps of the old Brooklyn lodging house I had been to so many times before; the place I called home. I exhaled sadly as I opened the door and entered the house, sullenly climbing the stairs. Making my way to the bedroom door, I found it slightly opened, and a strange sound emitted from it.

It sounded like some sort of quiet sobs, but not that of a girls; looking into the bedroom through the crack in the open door, I was surprised, to say the least, to see Spot's back facing me as he fingered his key necklace in his hand.

To hear Spot cry was heart wrenching, and it washed away my self absorbed sadness. For a moment or so, I pondered whether to go in there or not. I decided I should go in there, realizing this was much chance to help Spot after all the times he had saved me. Shutting my eyes and inhaling deeply, I pushed the door open, the room echoing in a resounding creak.

Spot sniffled quickly, wiping his eyes and dropping the key as he stood up and faced me, his facial features were stone cold. Standing there silently with my hands to my side, my eyes looked up to his but averted quickly as I saw them as I had never seen before, with a shade of sadness over the icy blue.

Spot cleared his throat and scowled at me, "Whadda you'se doin heah? I thought ya were leavin fa good," he said coldly, clearly trying to hurt my feelings.

I held strong and looked him back in the eye with and even expression, "I'm heah because I don' wanna be anywheah else," I stated wisely, crossing my arms and averting my gaze to the closed window.

Spot scoffed and joined my gaze before looking back at me, "What makes ya think I wantcha ta be heah?" He said, his voice not so venomous as before, but still enough to hurt slightly.

I inhaled and looked back at him, taking a step closer to him, "Maybe ya don' want me heah, but dis is my home," I said, holding my arms out. Spot nodded, biting his lip and turning his gaze to the dresser next to me. I took in a deep breath, "Spot, why was you'se cryin? Please tell me," I said, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from his own lips.

Spot scowled and looked at me as though I had two heads, which was not really uncommon in Brooklyn, but you know what I mean, "I wasn' cryin'," he lied stubbornly, shooting me a dirty look and crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes and looked back at him, "Spot, I hoid ya, don' even try ta say ya weren'," I said to him, raising my eyebrows.

Spot put a hand to his forehead and looked back at me, "It's non of ya buisness," he said quietly, shaking his head.

I gulped before speaking up, "W-was it abou' Snow?" I asked.

Spot's head shot up and he reached forward, pulling me to him and clenching his teeth, "What did you'se jus' say?" He asked incredously through gritted teeth, looking me in the eye.

I shook in slight fear but kept my composure as I pried his hands off me, "Phan-Phantom told me abou' you'se and Snow. I undahstand now," I said, my eyes filled with sorrow. Spot looked at me with confusion, "why ya can't love anyone else," I continued, casuing Spot to grab the key in his calloused left hand. "Why ya can't love me," I finished.

Spot opened his mouth to speak, but shut it when he found himself utterly speechless.

I looked up at him with teared filled eyes, "I see ya need ta be alone right now, and dat's okay, cause right now I need space too," I said before slowly turning on my heel and walking to the door.

Before I made it, I felt Spots hand on my shoulder, and before I could think, he spun me around and pulled me into a hug, "Maybe someday, Cross. But right now it's-it's jus' too hard," he said. I shivered as I felt a hot tear on my neck.

Once Spot released me I walked out of the room and tears began to pour out of my eyes and down my cheeks.

I was not sure whether they were tears of sadness, or tears of joy.

Either way I felt an odd pressure on my heart.

End of Chapter.

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Side random note that has nothing to do with the chapter : Who else LOVES Phantom? I don't know why, but I love him(not as much as Spot, of course)