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Charlotte wanted to pull her hair out or scream, beat on his chest until she garnered a more painful reaction. This complacency, this acceptance of reality was surely more heartbreaking than the reality itself. She knew she couldn't fault Daryl, he was following this scenario to it's only logical conclusion. He was following her lead, she just hadn't expected him to so easily. She had thought she would have to be the hard one, for his sake. Rip it off like a band-aid, quick and final. More oft than not, she would have praised this rational behavior but just then, all she really longed for was that same passion he had shown her last night. She needed to know that she mattered in the grand scheme of things, that she was worth fighting for even if the battle was doomed from the very beginning. She admonished her heart for being that of a girl's. Did not she want a minimal amount of suffering to be had here? No, she decided. Pain demanded to be felt, and sweeping it under the rug as she always did in the effort to maintain a strong appearance would only succeed in driving her insane.
Clutching her bag to her chest with her stomach in her throat, she watched Lauren slide out like a specter from some vivid nightmare, beautiful and terrifying in the misery that accompanied her. Her teeth all but caged her tongue as Daryl turned back to her with doleful eyes. He played the martyr perfectly, the only way he could have been more self sacrificing were if there was a literal blade to fall upon laid between them. "You idiot." She stated lamely with a manic sort of bewildered laugh, sounding deranged. She dropped her belongings and embraced him as tightly as was humanly possible; inhaling the scent of his shirt, the tears that had finally managed to break free being quickly soaked up by cotton "How could I have ever thought there to be anything monstrous about you." She asked herself aloud. She hastily pawed at her wet cheeks and gazed up at him incredulously. "I finally find someone and we might as well be worlds apart despite living in the same God forsaken city. How much of a tired cliche is that?"
Charlotte's generation usually ate up these sorts of circumstances; being born in an age where they romanticized tragedy and wrote poetry about the death of love. But young and budding affections torn out from the roots were much more undesirable now that she was in the thick of it...and to think getting kidnapped by werewolves was once the most devastating thing to transpire in her short and boring life.
Clutching her bag to her chest with her stomach in her throat, she watched Lauren slide out like a specter from some vivid nightmare, beautiful and terrifying in the misery that accompanied her. Her teeth all but caged her tongue as Daryl turned back to her with doleful eyes. He played the martyr perfectly, the only way he could have been more self sacrificing were if there was a literal blade to fall upon laid between them. "You idiot." She stated lamely with a manic sort of bewildered laugh, sounding deranged. She dropped her belongings and embraced him as tightly as was humanly possible; inhaling the scent of his shirt, the tears that had finally managed to break free being quickly soaked up by cotton "How could I have ever thought there to be anything monstrous about you." She asked herself aloud. She hastily pawed at her wet cheeks and gazed up at him incredulously. "I finally find someone and we might as well be worlds apart despite living in the same God forsaken city. How much of a tired cliche is that?"
Charlotte's generation usually ate up these sorts of circumstances; being born in an age where they romanticized tragedy and wrote poetry about the death of love. But young and budding affections torn out from the roots were much more undesirable now that she was in the thick of it...and to think getting kidnapped by werewolves was once the most devastating thing to transpire in her short and boring life.