Touched and tarnished, but never lost your worth. He still thought too highly of you for that. Eric thought himself a fool for believing things could be different this time.īut even still, he never wanted to hurt you. All tender innocence and clumsy steps and hidden smiles. The guiding hand in the dark.Īnd you, beloved, lovely. Just once, he thought he could be the mentor. He wasn’t sure there was any fixing it now. It was with trembling breath that he watched the lock click behind Sunder’s looming shadow in your doorway and his heart pinched. Watching you disappear behind closed doors, linking arms with someone new. It started off with simple walks in rotating company. You were everywhere and nowhere, all at once. Now, he watches you dance all over the streets of Verona, settled into a rhythm all your own. Parting a glance over at your empty hands before he did. Little did you know he was drinking a view in, too. But quiet was the sense of serenity that came over you, hunched over on the pier, knees to your chest as you looked out and drank in the view. He’d eagerly walk with you down to the beach all the same. Sure, his engagement was on the other side of town. Your stumbling and gawking, eyes so pressed on your phone’s map that you’d knock right into him without knowing… All of it was cute. How you counted your steps down El Granero’s wide entrance. It was endearing, the way you’d sit at the park alone to feed the birds. Downtown Verona was pretty small for Southern California. He’d run into you here, bump into you there. Watching you flit about town was heartwarming at first. Eric wished against all hope that he could make you stay. Your phone buzzed and just as fast, you were off. You were still out of breath, dizzy - an absolute vision. You replaced the blade in its sheath in the display window. It made sense, though he scowled all the same before he remembered his forced composure. That, not for preference, but rather that weapon friends were happy to do you the same favor for far less. You explained, sheepishly, that you didn’t exactly have the funds to put aside for a new steel weapon. Worse still, that the catalyst for your bloom was not him. How refreshing it was, for once, to not be the one so sorely out of his element.Īnd how shattered he felt, watching you grow too big for your shell in a single summer - a task he'd failed at in three decades. He remembered when his heart started to tug, when he just almost wanted to turn around and thank Jesse for this delightful waste of his time, after all. And that awkward, breathy giggle that, just occasionally, he was able to drag out of you. The chewing of your lip, the fussing of your hair. He remembered the way you carefully nursed your coffee, too hot to drink, your hands worrying in your lap whenever you stumbled upon your words. The way your eyes shifted from wall to wall before the barista pointed you in the right direction. Jesse’s description of you was sparse, to say the least, but he knew it was you from your uneven stride, head hung low. You hardly made eye contact with him that first date. He wasn’t sure exactly when and where things started to escalate - only that they did. Instead, he coughed and sneered about not paying for any damages. The childlike joy in the laugh that bubbled out of you made him want to laugh too. Eric couldn’t remember the last time his humble shop had felt so lively. There was just something in the way your hair danced around you wildly as you spun. Perhaps he was imagining what those monsters might’ve looked like for you. Perhaps you were imagining monsters you were slashing and tearing through. He watched you whip about his shop, blade in hand and slicing through air as you tested the feel of the hilt in your grip. He never meant for it to get this out of hand.
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