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Post by kristay on Jan 31, 2011 4:33:27 GMT -5
Aya sighed as she shrugged on the purple sweater she had discarded as soon as she entered the warm recesses of her new home. She grabbed her keys, cellphone and a white scarf that greatly contrasted with her black tank top and her dark sweater. She eyed the sky outside her window carefully, knowing that the afternoon would be a cold one. She slipped on her boots before opening the door to her room and stepping out. The girl shut it carefully before making her way down the stairs and out the house.
She didn't even bother to tell anyone where she was headed for numerous reasons... If her mother found out, she wouldn't have even been able to get out of the house. If her siblings found out, they'd insist she take someone with her on her walk. And if Cameron found out, he'd know exactly why she had left in the first place; and that momentary weakness of still being hurt and having someone know about it was something she could not deal with. Sean, Lysander, and Jack were currently still at the house, explaining what had happened to them and catching up with the family. Ayame sighed softly, it wasn't that she was unhappy that Georgiana and Sean, and Jack and Yume had been reunited but with that shoved right in to her face, all she could feel was an empty loneliness that made her head and unfortunately her heart ache.
She was no longer sure where her feet were taking her but as soon as she saw the swing-set, she heaved a sigh of relief. The park. Aya passed by the playground and headed for the duck pond that she had noticed before. She walked the entire circumference of the pond twice as she tried to cool her head. It was an easy thing to do actually, because the weather had turned quite chilly and she shoved her hands in her pockets, vaguely missing her long hair that had helped in keeping her warm.
Aya finally settled on an empty bench and crossed her legs, watching the ducks swimming around. She smiled softly, allowing herself a brief moment of recollection. The pool. She closed her chocolate brown eyes and leaned against the bench, remembering that night and the rest of the nights that followed.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 31, 2011 15:21:28 GMT -5
Monte and Avery were running through the park, shirtless because despite the cold, they'd already worked up a sweat and the soaked shirts were just making things colder. They cut into the park and did a lap around the perimeter. "Hey, hold up, Ave." Monte said, slowing down as they started into the interior of the park, growing closer to the duck pond. They slowed to a jog and then started to walk. "I'm in shape, but god, you're a fucking beast." Monte stated as he held his side. "Serena, should run with you instead of going to the gym." He laughed and then regretted it. "So, hey, I'm sorry for how I reacted at dinner the other night." He pointed out a bench. "Can we sit?" He did a double take, then, he didn't see the girl sitting there before. Avery shrugged. "I'll run with her, but I doubt she'll agree to it and don't worry about it. You don't need to apologize, I understand where you were coming from, if I could reverse our roles I might, though I don't know if I'd want you to go through that you know." He grabbed Monte's arm and stopped him. "Maybe we should go find another bench." Monte laughed. "No, I'm not going to make it, I'll get her to move if that's what you're worried about." He laughed, not realizing who it was because of her new haircut. He walked right up to her. "Hey sweetheart..."
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Post by kristay on Jan 31, 2011 19:40:29 GMT -5
Aya opened her eyes slowly, pulling her back into the cool reality she was sitting in. Memories were nice and usually made her feel a lot better but the one thing it really made her feel was sober. They were just that, memories... Nothing that could be repeated or changed. The past. And that cruel truth was colder than the chilling weather. A soft sigh escaped her pink lips and she watched as it became smoke in the air.
Suddenly, two shirtless boys--no, men... Ran past her and she had to blink because they looked eerily familiar. Twins? She heard the dregs of their conversation and she felt as if her heart had forgotten how to beat for a moment or two. Maybe we should go find another bench. She shut her eyes and prayed that Monte would agree with his decidedly more observant twin but the stubborn boy refused to budge and Aya couldn't decide if she wanted to jump with joy or shriek in horror when Monte spoke up. Hey sweetheart...
Chocolate met cool gray as she opened her eyes to look into his. He still looked so the same... And yet not. And for some reason, she could feel her heart breaking all over again. Montgomery Mondego was still the most beautiful boy she had ever known, and nothing could change that truth for her now. "Monte...", her voice was barely above a whisper. You have to be strong; stand your ground... The mantra repeated itself over and over again in her head but the more she said it, the more she wanted to run away. Aya stood, hoping that if he didn't look down at her, she wouldn't feel so scared, and yet now that she was standing... All she wanted to do was bolt.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 31, 2011 20:23:02 GMT -5
She stood and barely whispered his name and he was frozen in shattered time, trying to pick up the pieces. He glanced over his shoulder at Avery, who'd turned away as if telling him, that he'd tried to warn him and now it couldn't be helped that he hadn't listened. Monte turned back to the girl he'd thought was gone forever and his resolve of asking her to move to another bench crumbled. "I..." He cracked his neck and looked out toward the duck pond. She wasn't supposed to be here, he was never supposed to see her again, she'd stopped talking to him, calling, writing, everything and though he never thought he'd ever feel hurt by someone's strict desire not to communicate with him, he'd been deeply affected by the loss of her, he'd mourned her and only recently started to engage in a relationship with another girl. It wasn't the norm for him, his own twin had been shocked by Monte's discipline and courage to sit and wait for this magnificent specimen to return. Avery had expected him to ignore her calls after a week and then be boning some new girl the next, but he'd waited. "Well, I suppose it's nice to know you're still alive. Beautiful as ever and alive." He gave her new haircut a once over. "Your hair suits you." Why did it have to hurt so much? Why couldn't they have had some big blow out that left them hating one another, instead of all this foggy aftermath?
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Post by kristay on Jan 31, 2011 20:33:38 GMT -5
The recognition and shock in his eyes almost made her smile somewhat. Aya glanced at Avery and though his back was turned, gave him a polite nod, acknowledging his 'I tried to warn you' stance. She tugged on a longer strand of her short hair and didn't notice that her hands had formed fists as she tried to keep her temper under control. Everything that happened... And that's all he can say? Really? She tried her hand at a brave smile, but it only made her resolve crack in numerous places. "That's all you can say? Really?" She had expected screaming, and over the top dramatics and here they were, standing still, a whispered conversation barely taking place. "You see me after a year of not calling, of not writing back, of not asking how I was, and you tell me you're glad to see me still beautiful and alive? Really Monte?" Aya wasn't angry and she was surprised that she was speaking so calmly, but the hurt she had locked down in the deepest crevices of her heart wanted to be heard and there was no saying no to them any longer.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 31, 2011 20:55:49 GMT -5
Monte scoffed and looked away, trying to dam the flood that had broke inside of him. He turned back and shook his head. She'd always been really good at keeping her emotions in check, and he'd always had a hard time keeping the anger from rising and coming out and nothing had changed there. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked, turning to look for Avery, wanting some sort of back up, but Avery's back was still to him and his headphone had magically appeared. He turned back to Aya. "I called you, I sent you text messages daily and when you were writing, I wrote you back every time, no matter how little information you gave me about your health and progress. Then when you stopped replying and writing I sat and waited and waited. So yeah, sorry if I can't think of anything else to say. You want me to tell you how life for me was while you were gone? It sucked and you tore my fucking heart out. I didn't even think it was possible. I didn't think I loved you, but you certainly proved me wrong. Don't project your insufficient communication on me, because I wrote back, called, and waited even when the letters stopped coming."
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Post by kristay on Jan 31, 2011 21:06:23 GMT -5
He was ranting at her, and it seemed very much like he was blaming her for the end of their relationship. Aya kept her hands at her sides and lowered her head, trying to fight back the tears and the frustration that was building into a crescendo inside her. Even then, she had to smile bitterly. Montgomery Mondego was the only one who could build her up enough to make her want to kill someone; that would never change.
SMACK!
Aya's hand flew on her own, slapping him right across his cheek. She looked up, eyes burning, tears streaming down her face. "I wrote every day that I was away... Every single day. It didn't matter that I was barfing up a storm in the hospital, or in pain. I wrote you every day. And suddenly the letters came back, unanswered. I received no calls from you and I thought you ended it. Please don't assume that it was my fault. I did everything I could from where I was. I missed you with every fiber of my being, I howled at the moon, wondering where you were and why you didn't love me anymore. I cried till there were no tears left inside me. I loved you until... until..." She couldn't continue. Couldn't tell him that she would love him until the very day the earth took her back again as ashes and dust. "When I heard about the hurricane, the first thought that came to my mind was you. Not my family, not my mother, not my brother, not my sister... But you. I prayed with all my heart that you were alive, that you'd make it. And then I stopped praying. Because I knew you'd make it... and here you are."
She looked away, angrily wiping at the tears that had slid down her cheeks, disappointed that her fairytale was breaking down, and that she was still the same Aya... Afraid, shy; someone who cried when her emotions got the better of her.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 31, 2011 21:24:49 GMT -5
Monte hadn't expected the smack across the face, he probably should have, but he hadn't and his anger turned to remorse, shame, and the deep rooted pain he'd experienced when her daily letters stopped arriving. His face burned and he suddenly felt really cold, but he didn't budge, didn't even lift a hand to his face. "Here I am, just as hurt as you." He shoved his freezing fingers into his running pants and stared at the back of her head. "I didn't stop loving you..."
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Post by kristay on Jan 31, 2011 21:41:55 GMT -5
Aya nodded a bit dumbly; she couldn't meet his eyes. It would be overkill for her. "Just as hurt as me... I'm sorry for hitting you, I shouldn't have, I didn't have the right to." She fidgeted before glancing at him, taking in every single part of him as if refreshing her memory. She met his eyes, praying she'd see truth and honesty in them because she had never hoped or even dreamed that he would say those words to her, ever again. Aya shrugged, "You know what I felt... What I feel." Ithas never changed.
She took a step back, she could see he was cold and it was getting dark. Would they end the conversation there? Would they ever see each other again? She gave him a weak smile, too emotionally spent to try for a better one.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 31, 2011 22:01:06 GMT -5
Monte stared at her, he couldn't bring himself to say anything else to her, to tell her, that it was fine that she'd hit him, because he certainly deserved it before she left, and he was certain there was something else he deserved that for, even if it didn't pertain to their minute relationship. He held her eyes with his whenever she finally looked at him and hoped she could see that he hadn't wanted things to end, that he didn't want their relationship to end. He nodded at her statement, though he wasn't sure exactly what she was trying to say. Did she still love him? Or was she trying to say that now he knew how she felt? He was certain it was the first. She took a step back and he broke her gaze, he looked out to the duck pond and decided that he needed to tell her about Serena. "I'm seeing someone else..." He felt dirty, though he'd checked himself before entering into another relationship, to make sure it wasn't disrespectful to her. "I don't want you to find out from someone else or see us together and wonder why I didn't say anything. I love you, Aya, but..." Maybe she'd understand there was just too much misguided hurt between them to even try pursuing a relationship again. "I did wait..."
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Post by kristay on Jan 31, 2011 22:15:28 GMT -5
Aya wasn't sure how she did it. She wasn't sure how she had become strong enough to listen to every word he said and not crumble; she wanted to, definitely. But she didn't. She just smiled at him, not wanting him to see just how deeply affected she was. I'm seeing someone else... It was like a wave of emotion crashed down on her and she was tempted to stop the conversation then and there and run for the hills. Aya nodded again, showing she understood. "I-I understand... It wouldn't have been fair to you if you thought there was nothing left for us and you waited forever." She shook her head. "I'm sorry... I really am. For causing you whatever grief you have experienced." She chose to ignore his next statement, knowing that if she did mention it, there would be no turning back. "I know you waited... I'm... really happy that you did." She smiled sadly and took another step back. "I-I think I have to go... It was nice seeing you again Monte... She's... She's very lucky to have you." And she turned, didn't bother waiting for his response and walked away, leaving her heart with Montgomery Mondego.
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Post by Tiff on Jan 31, 2011 22:30:05 GMT -5
Monte watched her go and didn't budge from the spot he'd rooted himself in until Avery's hand touched his frozen shoulder. "Come on." Avery said, putting his arm around his twin and turning him. They walked in silence and Monte's already tattered mood began to unravel further. He glanced over his shoulder, though Aya was long out of view and then pushed Avery's arm off his shoulders. He turned back and started to jog in the direction Aya had gone, but she was too far gone. He went back to the bench and sat where she'd been sitting, cradling his face in his hands. It was like losing her all over again.
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Post by kristay on Feb 1, 2011 1:05:30 GMT -5
It was a wonder that Aya's feet had found their way back home. It had been more of a wonder that she hadn't gotten into an accident with the way she had been walking. She found herself at the front of her house, knocking on the door because she had forgotten that she had brought her keys in the first place.
Cameron answered the door, a cheerful smile on his face that quickly turned somber when he saw the half-shocked expression on the half-frozen Aya. He pulled her into the warm house and took the liberty of guiding her to the empty living room, removing her scarf and sweater and throwing her a woolen blanket as she sat on one end of the couch. "Where have you been? I've been trying to cover for you since you left!" Tears began to fall down her cheeks as she silently shook her head, her voice left her and she could do nothing but weep. Cameron sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Come here you..."
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Post by Tiff on Feb 1, 2011 1:32:35 GMT -5
Monte remained on the bench for the longest time shivering, but no longer caring. Avery left and returned, fully dressed with a blanket and a hood for Monte. "You know sitting on this bench isn't going to make her come back." He pulled the hood over his brothers head and draped the blanket over his lap. Monte pushed his arms through the hood and leaned into his brother. "I should have waited longer." Avery held him and nodded. "Yeah you could have and you could have waited until you were old and grey and take he chance of her not coming back or her not moving here or you know what you were thinking before that she didn't make it. Then you wouldn't have Serena." Monte shrugged. "I could have Aya. And I'll just fuck things up with Serena anyway. It's a pattern don't you see..." Avery frowned and shook his head. "It is dammit! I messed up every chance I had back home with all the girls. I killed my relationship with Aya. Gracie hates me. And I'm on the fast track to make Serena run for the exit." Avery shook his head. "Gracie doesn't hate you." Monte laughed. "You can't even say I'm not going to fuck up because you know I'm right."
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