When Wesley'd left the building, security had been alerted and a surveillance team assigned to track his movements. But I could have told them exactly where he would have gone. Where else but the Hyperion. The one place where he'd had the closest thing to a home, a family.
I walked out onto the roof, careful to make my presence known by the click of my heels. I didn't want him startled off that ledge.
I didn't quite know what I was going to say. How to begin. Especially after I'd bolted on him, but I had to try.
"You came back," He murmured, still gazing out on the city. He had a beer in his hand? I idly wondered where he'd managed to score one before coming to sit carefully next to him. Not close enough to be touching, but within reach
( ... )
Pausing my hand from taking the bottle to my mouth for another drink, I frown for a moment. Lilah Morgan and beer? Blinking I tilt my head and look at her for a moment. My eyes take in her appearance. She's still Lilah. Still beautiful, still deadly. Yet, I had scared her away. Why? Was it because I called her Fred? It must have been, she had run right after that. So stupid of me
( ... )
I accepted the beer and took a swallow, grimacing as I tasted the bitterness of it. Perfect. Just right for the occasion.
"I'm Sorry I scared you."
"It's okay. I guess I'll get used to it. To this, to everything being changed since I was gone."
I looked down at the bottle I was holding in my hands and began to pick at the label. Problem was I didn't want to get used to it. I wanted it to be the way it was, before I'd died, hell even after I'd died was preferable to this limbo, this uncertainty.
"She's dead. You're probably happy about that." I heard the bitterness in his chuckle, I couldn't blame him for it. I was glad he'd brought Fred into the conversation before I'd had to. "Heard about your girl being taken over by a god. Bummer." Probably wouldn't have gone down too well
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There is something oddly amusing watching Lilah Morgan drink beer. I'd laugh if I remembered how to do that without it sounding insane or hysterical. Taking a gulp out of my bottle I keep staring out over the city. Little ants running by. They have no idea that they can be crushed just like that.
At her words I glance over at her. I had never lied to her. She knew what Fred had meant to me. Hell, she even used it to play me. Yes, we'd tried that once. She wasn't Fred. Never could be. "I know," I whispered. Swallowing hard, I look at her and blink for a moment. Gone. FredIllyriaFred. gone for good. And Lilah isn't Fred.
"No one can be Fred. She was unique...is, unique. And yes it hurts." It had hurt so much I'd wished to die. I just didn't care anymore werther I lived or died. In fact I had died. Dies in the arms of a lie. Taking another gulp out of the bottle I stare at her for a long time. As if trying to see her soul, see into her heart.
"No," I shake my head a bit. "No. I don't wish it was her instead of you, Lilah." Turning my
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I walked out onto the roof, careful to make my presence known by the click of my heels. I didn't want him startled off that ledge.
I didn't quite know what I was going to say. How to begin. Especially after I'd bolted on him, but I had to try.
"You came back," He murmured, still gazing out on the city. He had a beer in his hand? I idly wondered where he'd managed to score one before coming to sit carefully next to him. Not close enough to be touching, but within reach ( ... )
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"I'm Sorry I scared you."
"It's okay. I guess I'll get used to it. To this, to everything being changed since I was gone."
I looked down at the bottle I was holding in my hands and began to pick at the label. Problem was I didn't want to get used to it. I wanted it to be the way it was, before I'd died, hell even after I'd died was preferable to this limbo, this uncertainty.
"She's dead. You're probably happy about that." I heard the bitterness in his chuckle, I couldn't blame him for it. I was glad he'd brought Fred into the conversation before I'd had to. "Heard about your girl being taken over by a god. Bummer." Probably wouldn't have gone down too well ( ... )
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At her words I glance over at her. I had never lied to her. She knew what Fred had meant to me. Hell, she even used it to play me. Yes, we'd tried that once. She wasn't Fred. Never could be. "I know," I whispered. Swallowing hard, I look at her and blink for a moment. Gone. FredIllyriaFred. gone for good. And Lilah isn't Fred.
"No one can be Fred. She was unique...is, unique. And yes it hurts." It had hurt so much I'd wished to die. I just didn't care anymore werther I lived or died. In fact I had died. Dies in the arms of a lie. Taking another gulp out of the bottle I stare at her for a long time. As if trying to see her soul, see into her heart.
"No," I shake my head a bit. "No. I don't wish it was her instead of you, Lilah." Turning my ( ... )
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