Hunter wasn't sure how long he'd been parked at the intersection -
long enough he'd put down his kickstand to give his legs a rest.
Continuing to stare at the road, it was as if he simply could not decide
one way or the other what to do. He wanted to leave. He wanted to go.
He wanted to leave all this behind and never return. Yet he wanted to go
back. He wanted to stay. He wanted to figure out what was happening and
fix it. But he was tired. So tired. He needed sleep. Needed peace.
Movement in his mirror catches his eye and his pulse quickens. He
knew that car. Katie? But why? As she parks behind him, he doesn't
move, remaining seated on his bike. Why had she come after him? It
didn't make much sense.
As she approaches, his fast pulse speeds up another notch.
Looking into her eyes, he wasn't sure he'd ever seen them look like this
before. She was upset. No, angry. Not enraged, but filled with a
righteous anger. A hurt. A hurt he'd caused.
Shifting his eyes away from hers, he sighs deeply. So why had he left? Without saying goodbye? What was his wonderful reasoning?
"Because if I woulda said goodbye to your face, I wouldn't have been able to leave."
That was it. That was the truth, whether she liked it or not.
Sliding off his bike, he turns his back on her, folding his arms and
glaring at the stop sign for a moment or two. "Dang you, Katie," he
mutters.
Spinning around, his dark eyes meet hers once more. "This is what
I gotta do, alright? I can't take it here anymore. I don't belong." He
shakes his head. "I'm still the guy you arrested - just an intoxicated
idiot who likes a good thrill. That's me. It's who I am, and you can't
change it." His tone had raises slightly, and deep down he wasn't sure
if he was fighting her or himself.
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