“Don’t give me this bullshit Kira, you’re not alone….don’t you see me standing right here?” he growled.
The woman that stood before him was impossible to get along with. Her stubborn nature had a way of both intriguing him and appalling him at the same time. For the past month he’d tried his hardest to get through to her but she was making it hard.
“I am alone….damn it you don’t care about me, you’re just here to be here, you’re the one who’s bullshitting me!”
He watched as tears welled up in her eyes, as she flung herself at him her fists made into balls. He didn’t try to stop her as she hit him repeatedly. He wanted her to let her anger out even if it meant he’d be in pain the next morning, or the next few mornings. As Kira’s pounding slowed to almost a halt he drawled her into his arms holding her close as she burst into sobs. He did care for her but it wasn’t in his nature to show it openly.
“Kira I do care, I wouldn’t be here holding you if I didn’t…... stop lying to yourself love.”
Kal did his best to sooth her worries, but she kept on weeping her tears dampening his shirt. Slowly he ran a hand over her back in small circles hoping it calmed her down and it did just as he hoped. Kira quit crying but stayed snuggled up against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck. She was a beauty but a confusing beauty at that. Slowly he sighed and turned, taking her to her bedroom where such a sleeping woman belonged. She did not belong in his arms and never would. Slowly he laid her down on the bed and covered her with the comforter that lay at the edge of the bed.
“Goodnight sweet Kira,” he whispered.
He gently kissed her forehead and strolled out of her life…..or so he thought.
