Leoās touch proved exceptionally bothering to her, even though he was merely wiping away her tears, looking at her with that half-panicked, worried look in his beautiful eyes. She justā¦ couldnāt have him touching her right now. It wasā¦ too much. Regardless, the brunette remained in place, crying. Sheād put herself in a corner, so there was no way of getting away from him anyways. Gods, she could hardly look at him. Every time her violet depths grazed him, they fell back onto the floor almost automatically, and her heart was aching in her chest. It hurt, and she didnāt even know why. He had done nothing. How could she blame him for being with someone else when they had not been together? She didnāt even know.
All she knew was that she had loved him and missed him secretly, while he had been off with someā¦ some woman. And she couldnāt see them together. She couldnāt. Not knowing that they had been together. It was too much. When she spoke, sobs raking her entire body and cutting off her sentences in the oddest of places, causing her to stutter through it, she could feel Leo freezing up, pulling back a little. The movement caused her to raise her eyes, to try to read his eyes even though looking at him hurt so much. She justā¦ needed to know what he was thinking. What he was feeling.
As he spoke, Amy felt her tears drying up and her lips curving into a vague smile of their own accord. She sniffled, looking up at him with part hurt, part love in her eyes. This man in front of her was the love of her life. Amy had known that for years, and she could feel her heart letting itself be swallowed by that love. As she looked into the most caring, loving eyes she had ever seen, everything else seemed to fade away. He loved her. She had nothing to worry about. It would be fine. Their bump would be fineā¦ their family would be fine.
āI-ā she began, not even able to properly speak a sentence, or to move enough to let her boyfriend know they were okay, when the earth began trembling beneath them. She froze, her eyes widening in shock. It couldnāt be. No. No, they couldnāt have an earth quake now! Not now. Please, not now! She had too much already andā¦ oh gods, the kids. All of those kids! āLeoā¦ā she said on a gasp, but he was already on the move, screaming at her to keep still and to remain exactly where she was. But she couldnāt do that! She needed to get outside and then she needed to help anyone she could. She needed to heal up anything who might have gotten and sheā¦ she couldnāt stay there.
As Leo stumbled his way to the panic button, Amy dared moving onto all fours, trying to achieve some kind of balance in the shaking building. Oh gods, she couldnāt die now. Leo would be alone again. She couldnāt die now. She shook her head, taking a deep breath before moving to get onto her feet, except sheād only begun bending her knees, pushing up her body with her hands, when a loud crack had her turning her head right in time to see one of Leoād giant bookcases falling. She screamed, trying to scramble away, but the fall was too fast and as books began hitting her, Amy tried to curve herself into a ball, protecting both her head and her baby, but the movement had no time to reach completion before the big wooden furniture hit her hard, smacking against her bump, effectively capturing the lower part of her body.
She cried out in pain, tears falling as she tried to push off the bookcase. Ohā¦ no. No! That flutter of lifeā¦ that beautiful little beat in herā¦ that extra flow of energy within herā¦ it was gone. As realization hit, the word ānoā echoed through the apartment, a pained scream. She couldnāt stop the tears from falling, and she didnāt care. The screaming didnāt stop either as she hysterically tried to push the heavy bookcase off of her, fruitlessly trying to save her little bump. It couldnāt be. Theyād just given it life and now it was justā¦ gone. āNo, no, no, no, no no!ā She kept screaming the words as she thrashed violently, but the bookcase wouldnāt budge. Her baby wasā¦ gone. Pain tore through her already vulnerable heart, breaking it into thousands of little pieces. Never had she experienced pain like this. Physical pain was nothing in comparisonā¦ it didnāt even register. Her baby. It was justā¦ goneā¦
When Max without further discussion, merely told her he wouldnāt ask whether she was okay or not anymore, she sighed, feeling relieved. She couldnāt entirely pinpoint why, but she knew it had something to do with the fact that a conversation always ended up depressing and awkward. Just look at the mood between herself and Max at current. It was tense and odd and just sort of off in comparison to the usual ease with which they socialized. She and Max had always sort of gotten along effortlessly, like being around him was soā¦ easy. It had never been forced or awkward, perhaps because they were so much on the same page without any words being uttered.
They just knew that they fit. Not like a couple (Gods no, they were both train wrecks), but as something different. Something she didnāt know what was. Especially not after yesterday. Maybe that was why she felt somewhat okay with talking to him. Sheād cried in front of him, and had that been most other people in his situation, Cor wouldāve never gotten past it. The embarrassment was too much, but part of her sort of had to admit that she didnāt entirely mind him seeing the more sensitive side of her. Contrary to what she wanted people to believe, it did exist. It just rarely surfaced at all.
Then again, Cor had always been taught that to care was to be weak, and weakness was the last thing she should ever want to be. She supposed she and Drake bonded over their fucked up childhoods, although they differed in one very important way; Drake wasnāt a sadistic type of guy. He didnāt take pleasure in the misery or downfall of others, although he sometimes found the reactions somewhat amusing. No, Drake took no pleasure from it. Corentine did. Then again, heād been sent away for several years. She, however, had been left alone with a mother who cared mostly about the amount of power her pretty little daughter had, and building that powerā¦ was essential. In fact, it came before motherly concerns.
Of course her mother had not been a total failure. In fact, Imogen had spent a lot of time with Cor, and the two had bonded quite well, so Cor rarely thought of why she was the way she wasā¦ mostly because she didnāt really care to. She was a bitch, everyone knew that. She was a sadistic young woman with an unforgiving nature, and she accepted that, because she actually did quite like herself, but in situations like this, when her heart had been broken, she sometimes wished sheād learned a way to cope. Instead Cor had found her own medicine; sex. It probably wasnāt the best of cures, but it worked, and if she could keep to Max this timeā¦ perhaps things would go over better. A girl could hope.
When Max offered to get out, Cor smiled wryly, having reinstated her wall as she moved her hands down, palms against his chest before she pushed him up against the wall of the shower, feeling the water run down her back as she stepped up to him, her wet body pressing into his as she looked up at him. āNow, Max, why would I come to you, seeking āniceāā¦ā She said to him playfully, eyes on his as she moved a hand further down, stopping at his navel before adding, āwhen bad is so much more fun?ā With that, Cor leaned up, her lips taking his passionately.
If she was to get past Jay, then she needed to do it fully. Which meant she had to force herself into doing things she didnāt feel entirely comfortable with. She needed to kiss him. She justā¦ had to. Part of her wanted to stop, to move away from him immediately, but she forced the contact, her mind focusing on the way his hands felt on her skin, the way his lips felt on hers, the way his body had always driven her wild. She needed to focus on those thingsā¦ on the physical.
Cor had barely begun the kiss when the everything seemed to begin shaking. She drew back, looking around furiously. āWhat theā¦ā she began, but stopped immediately when the glass of the shower began showing cracks. āMaxā¦ we need to get out of here,ā she said then, eyes wide. āLikeā¦ now.ā With that stepped forwards to pry then glass door open, except the second the touched it, the sounds of cracking glass filled the room.
Chase was still waiting for some kind of reply, watching Amber with a smile on his face, when the ground began trembling beneath his feet, and as he looked around, people seemed just as perplexed as him, shocked into some kind of inactive state. His smile faded away immediately as he stood. āWe should probably get outside,ā he shouted to amber over the roar of the earth quake. To no prevail, because as Chase moved to grab Amberās wrist to pull her outside with him, he heard a cracking sound.
As he looked up, all he really registered was a huge crack in the ceilingā¦ and a great lamp falling straight towards him. He had no time to react, no time to think, no time toā¦ do anything, as the huge piece of furniture hit him on the head, killing him instantly. His body crumbled into a heap at Amberās feet.