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 Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 9:49 am
"I always behave," said Fritz in mock outrage, but the teasing fell away a few seconds later, his expression back to being a somber, too serious one. He felt the weight of his own lack of abilities on his shoulders, the bruises on Regan's face, the fact that she was in a hospital bed stark and obvious evidence that things were not okay.
The silence was deafening. Fritz felt his pulse, slow and uneven, the sounds of the clicking machines and the beeping that occurred every so often from one of the monitors.
Her answer was quiet, but he still heard it, and before he knew it, Fritz had gotten to his feet, the book clutched in his good hand. He stepped over to Regan's bed, and the fierceness in his eyes was as it had been before, when he'd tried to tell her that this wasn't normal.
"No," he said, and before he could stop himself, he reached out with his casted hand and took ahold of Regan's fingers, holding them loosely between his own. "You shouldn't go away, whoever is hurting you should. But please, Regan, just - "
Fritz eased out a breath, his expression pained, and he let his fingers slip away, but remained standing there, looking at her.
"Don't give up, not yet," he said quietly. "I know it's probably meaningless, coming from a 'perverted romance reader,' but...just..."
He wasn't even sure what he was asking anymore.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 11:05 am
The quick movement from him rising, caused her heart to spike and she hated out the machines beeped a little more. As if she wanted technology now to express her feelings when she couldn't do it well herself.
"They won't." She looked down, "He'll never leave, He's always there." And for a moment, there was a break. A stark terror of relization played on her face and then it was gone.
Gone was the vunerablity. Gone was the small crack in her walls, gone was the small glimpse of the young woman who was curled tight in a ball of negativity and fear so dark that she wasn't sure she could ever see the light.
'they looked like stars, the passing street lights. The wind they cut through.' She clutched the sheets as he took her fingers lightly, but her eyes couldn't meet his. Fritz wouldn't see, she thought, the struggle she was trying to go through. With the ropes of blood that tied her down and violence that beat her back.
"No." She looked up now, because the comment was so random about himself. So...So not him and she looked up now and really looked at him. "It's not meaningless Fritz." She couldn't say it meant the world to her, because it didn't, but it was just a small cut of the ties that scared her. One snip of the fear away.
"It's..." She struggled again, "hard." She hoped he could understand that despair. Like Chase did sometimes. Her heart panged again at the thought of what she had said to the young man too. She didn't want to leave, to go anywhere...She didn't want any of that.
But sometimes she knew. It was never about what she wanted.
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Posted: Tue Mar 22, 2016 4:27 pm
He felt the tension in the room, too thick and too strained. Fritz saw the look on Regan's face, however brief, and it sent a frisson of fear and pain shivering down his spine. A part of him wanted to move closer, but the rest of him knew that he couldn't, knew that it would only serve to make things worse, for both of them.
The blackness was coiled around Regan, too thick, too tight. He couldn't cut it all away.
"I don't see how it could have ever been easy," he whispered, and it came out raw and too open, too honest. "But please - please Regan, I'm - " He took a deep breath. "I'm begging you not to give up just yet, not for me, but for you, for your own life."
He didn't want her to lose it, to lose herself. Fritz hesitated a moment, and then reached out a trembling hand, his good one, and carefully, lightly brushed some of the hair away from Regan's face before dropping his hand away almost immediately after.
"I'd like to be friends," he said quietly. "If you'll let me."
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Posted: Thu Mar 24, 2016 5:04 pm
The silence dragged again, as the young woman debated. On one hand, she had told Chase to leave, to never come again?
Could she say the same thing to Fritz, who was trying so hard? It was so hard. Reject both? Lose both? Reject one? Lose one?
Lose everything?
She breathed in and then let go.
"Friends." She stared at him. "if that is what you want, I will try." She closed her eyes. "I am not a very good friend though."
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Posted: Sun Mar 27, 2016 6:27 pm
For a moment, as the silence stretched out between them, he thought she would tell him no; that friends were meaningless, that he was both too old and too naive, just a hopeless sap who could never really understand what she was going through. Fritz felt his heart starting to sink.
But then she spoke, and his face, bruised and battered and bandaged, lit up clearly, even if it was still a little strained.
"It's what I want," he said softly. "What I'd like, rather. I don't want to force you, but I would really...really like to be friends, Regan."
Slowly, Fritz sat back down, though he was still leaning forward. There was a little smile on his face, tired but genuine.
"You're good enough for me," he said quietly.
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Posted: Tue Apr 05, 2016 2:54 pm
"If you say so." She grumbled and then smoothed the bed.
"Are you going to read to me then?" She rose a brow, "Or you gonna be all sappy and stuff."
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