A/N: Sorry for the late post. I didn't have any inspiration. I know where I want the story to end, I just have to fill in the middle. My muse and I don't always agree. =)
This wasn't the first time she had stood outside the police station, twiddling her thumbs. Every day she had come with the intent on asking Kit why he had left the hospital without telling her. She came close, and then she would get scared and go home again.
It had been three weeks since he was released from the hospital.
The guilt of letting go of his hand seemed to worsen every day. She worried that in that one moment, it showed the faults in her personality. Did that mean she was a bad person? Willing to put her life ahead of someone else's? She had been so terrified of dying, gasping for her last breath, not being able to put things right with her family. Not ever knowing the sheer happiness of true love, whether or not that was David.
As she stood in the entrance way of the police station, she found herself pausing again. Her mind was in constant conflict. What if he didn't want to see her? What if he hadn't told her he was being released on purpose? Could she handle the rejection after everything she'd been through? After the way she felt about Kit Latura?
Shaking her head, she turned on her heel and walked away. Maybe it was for the best. Maddy was beginning to form some kind of attachment to him. It was almost obsessive. Maybe he realized that and it scared him off. She wasn't exactly the best judge of men? She sure knew how to pick ém. Maybe Kit saw something in her that she didn't yet see in herself. Maybe she should just let sleeping dogs lie.
It wasn't as if she had no one. She had friends. She had family – though if she could, she would get out of seeing them. Maddy's family was like anyone else's. they didn't understand her. She clashed with them.
As she slid behind the wheel of the rental car, she felt that tightness in her chest. It had been there for weeks, and she didn't know how to get rid of it. She wondered if seeing Kit would cure her, but she just couldn't make it up those steps and through the front door of the police station.
It was over. It was time to move on.
Sorry its short. My attention span is…
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