?WINGLESS AND BEAUTIFUL?
?EPISODE 63 ?
He shook his head. “We do things for a reason. I did the
transplant for a reason. But that reason is… gone.”
I couldn’t bear the weight of his stare. It made me feel
sad, guilty and more broken than I already was.
“I guess we’re not going to be rescued soon,” I
murmured, standing up from my seat and turning to the
glass windows behind me, staring at the dark sky which was being illuminated by lightning at least every ten seconds.
“We could be stuck here for hours,” he said behind me.
“I’m sure Anderson won’t be happy about that.” The tone in
his voice sounded like a combination of amusement, disgust and mockery.
I turned to look at his face. He added,
“Although if I were him, I wouldn’t have left without you in the first place.”
His eyes were burning through my entire being. Then he
looked down my chest and my hands automatically went to
the chain around my neck, clutching the pendant in my
palm.
“Do you have something to say to me?” I asked, raising
a brow at him.
I saw him smirk again and then he shook his head. It
looked like he wanted to say something but chose not to. He looked like he was about to let hell break lose, but at the
last moment, he was able to get a grip of his emotions.
I couldn’t understand him. It seemed that he was
harboring very ill feelings for me. Since he came back, he’d
done all he could to ignore me, avoid me. And whenever we
were in the same room, he looked at me like it was me who
did something terrible to him.
If there was one person who had a right to be mad, it
was me! I waited for him for more than a year, hoping he
would make good of his promises before he left.
But when he came back, he acted like I was nothing to him… that he couldn’t care less about me.
And then Tania came. There was a girl in his past that he
forgot to tell me about. And now that he wasn’t blind
anymore, she was the perfect girl for him again.
I glared at him angrily. I could feel fury flaring inside me in magnitudes I could barely control.
I’m done! I’m done taking crap from him! He had ignored me far
too much. He knew me. He remembered me. But he was
ashamed to let people know of that! Fine!
No one’s here with us now. It’s the perfect time to finally
confront him.
Whatever he’s thinking, he can say it in my face.
Whatever I felt, it was time to tell him, and then we can
finally go on our separate ways and forget about each other
—for good—forever.
“What did I ever do to you, Hunter?” I asked in a weak
voice. I took a deep breath to gather more courage. “Why
does it seem like you’re always mad at me? Like the mere
presence of me disgusts you!”
Tears rolled down my cheeks but I refused to back down.
I started this already. I found the courage to finally confront
him. Even if it hurt! I need to know the truth, so I could
move on with my life. I needed closure.
“Tell me, Hunter Vaughn! Why do you hate me so much?
What did I ever do to you?”
He stared back at me with a shocked expression on his
face, like he wasn’t expecting my sudden outrage. He was
not prepared to answer the questions I was asking him.
He shook his head. “Allison…”
I stood there, tears streaming down my cheeks. In
broken sobs, I asked, “Why do you look at me like I was a…
a plague? Don’t you ever get tired of glaring at me?
Ignoring me? Aren’t you tired of playing these games?”
Finally, he stood up from his seat and slowly walked
towards me. He stood too close, we were almost touching
from the knees up.
I stared up at him and tried to make out the expression on his face.
He sucked in a deep breath. “You’re wrong.” He shook
his head. Surprisingly, his voice was calm… gentle even. “I
don’t hate you. And I’m most definitely not disgusted by
you. You read me all wrong.”
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