Post by rivalo on Oct 1, 2010 6:14:24 GMT -8
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comments: well i reckon that's around two thousand ish! and by the way, i nearly pissed myself laughing when you said your internet decided to take a shit. priceless.[/blockquote]
The moments seemed to stretch into minutes, hours, even days, in the time it took for Dessiree to react to his outstretched hand. If it hadn’t been for the delightful blow of her fully functional air conditioning unit, he would not have been surprised if sweat began to bead across his forehead with the anxiety of it all. This was a pivotal moment for her and he could do absolutely nothing to help her decide what to do. She could opt for change in her life, accepting him and hopefully making a move for the better, or she could reject him completely and disappear into herself and the delicate world she’d constructed out of cards for herself. He wanted to be the cement between those thin slips of cardboard, help her remain standing when the lightest hitch came along to ruin her effort to stay clean and happy. This woman needed someone, and this was the moment she could decide whether she wanted him or not. Dekker maintained eye contact, never wavering and hardly even breathing for fear that it would make her think she was doubting himself and his offer.[/SIZE]
Suddenly, her eyes broke away and her crutches smashed to the hardwood flooring before she collapsed on the floor. Surprised, he looked down as she looked up, snatching his hand and tugging him down. She seemed so small and child-like, tugging on his arm like a baby might to encourage him down to her level. As her slender hand wrapped into his larger one a thrill of excitement and terror shot through his every nerve ending; she had accepted him, she’d made her choice, and wanted him with her. He obliged immediately, mind whirling as his anxiety moved from worrying about her acceptance to worrying about what she would say to him. He still couldn’t quite come to terms with the fact that he was purposely putting himself directly into the life of a former addict, the same as those he’d seen in college and looked down upon. He’d always been a little bit afraid of them, afraid of the world he’d been so sheltered from and taught was nothing but a load of taboo, and a one way street to dying unloved, unhealthy, and alone. His mentality had always been one to think, why would anyone choose that path for themselves? Like how someone could purposely eat loads of food until they’re hundreds of pounds overweight and then feel so unattractive they don’t want to do anything about it anyway. At least it seemed like someone could come back from that; addicts, though, were sucked into a black whole with the thinnest of fishing line attached to their bellybuttons. He wasn’t sure what to expect, much less how to respond to what she would say. He had never been good at consolation, not at all, but he knew how to listen in a way that a person needed.
His legs were bent upwards so he could place his arms on the knees of his jeans, eyes fixed upon the face of Dessi. She didn’t look at him one time, not once, and played with the frayed ends of the plush rug she’d lowered them both down upon. He waited patiently, breathing even and face in a firmly set expression of neutrality mixed with mild concern. In reality he wanted to shake her, get her talking so he could hurry up and know how to help. Alas, that would definitely not go over well, much less have positive consequences. He needed to wait, so wait he did. She bit her lip, an endearing motion which under other circumstances might be a turn on, and then looked directly at him again. It was like her bravery came and went like the ocean tides; she was small and timid, then she was back and bold and ready for anything. She started out with parents, something he wasn’t overly surprised to hear considering he firmly believed a ruined adult started from a ruined childhood experience. He kept his face mostly expressionless as she hypothetically asked about his parents; he wasn’t about to tell her, ‘why yes, my parents still adore me to this day,’ when she was about to spill how horrifying her own were.
He listened closely, quietly, letting her put every ounce of her brain power into telling him what had gone on. A moment of distraction and she could realize the extent of what she was telling him and panic, backpedaling and regretting her decision. It was slightly fascinating from a medical as well as inexperienced point of view; how must something be for a person to not care about what happened to them or around them, much less to the people they’ve known their entire lives? What kind of toxicity must it have to create such a feeling that a person’s world can alter to revolve around getting more? She paused, obviously letting her author status play a bit of a role in her tale. He thought maybe she was enjoying it for a moment, and to a certain degree he kind of hoped she was enjoying it, enjoying sharing with him. She seemed to regain her breath and told him emotionlessly about her mother and the way she’d acted when she’d seen her daughter injecting poison into her bloodstream. He couldn’t imagine his mother ever rejecting him for any reason, even this one despite his difficultly in imagining the scenario in the first place. He wouldn’t do it to his own child, he knew that for a fact, and the child wasn’t even born yet. He didn’t even have someone to start a family with yet and he knew he would never reject them so coldly when they needed him most. She laughed, a chilling thing as it was laced with the bitterness she felt in her heart. He didn’t blame her.
She fell back onto the rug, her lengthy hair spreading messily behind her head and for a moment he wanted to neaten it for her, push it back into place the same way he wanted to move her heart back into a regular beat. With her eye contact torn from him his jaw clenched and face reddened involuntarily, able to let his frustration with the concept of her parents out in a more physical way. His fists clenched as they dangled in the air and he looked sideways, feeling a tad bitter himself at the soft rays of sunlight that filtered through big bay windows to play across the floor, small bits of dust floating through the air as if there was nothing but calm in the world. She continued to speak, calling his attention back to her lovely form sprawled on the floor in front of him. The betrayal of her father surely had been an even bigger blow than the rejection of her mother; the cowardice, even years from the day it happened, would have been enough to send himself over the edge. He leaned a little to the side to see her cheek shining, but before his heart even had a chance to swell with emotion for her she’d wiped them away and it was as if they’d never fallen. So, that was where it all started. Or rather, was this when the actual drug use ended? She hadn’t actually told him she’d been on drugs throughout high school, but he deduced as much considering she’d resorted to injections to obtain her high. He knew they didn’t start that way, that injections were as powerful as you could get. So, he assumed this was where some form of recovery started. Recovery from the drug, anyway; not from the psychological effects it had on her.
She sat up, staring at him for several moments likely trying to gauge his reactions so far, but he stared right back and offered a small toothless smile to encourage her along. It was a sad smile, not a happy one, but would be enough to keep her going. She sighed frustratedly, running a pretty hand through her hair and continuing with the scenario. All these years. All these years and still they wanted nothing to do with her. Surely it was out of cowardice, out of shame that they had given up on such a miraculous person as their own daughter. Surely, surely that was why. They couldn’t possibly hate her for recovering.
She quieted, her voice much softer but eyes brimming with unspilled tears he would do anything at that moment to relieve her of. He didn’t say anything at first, instead pursed his lips and let his eyes speak more than his mouth. He tended to ruin things when he spoke. His expression was slightly pained as he was still absorbing the information for himself and realized on his own that this was only the tip of the iceburg for this beautiful woman. She was willing to talk for six hours, but he wasn’t sure that would be the best way to do it. Perhaps they shouldn’t talk about it all at once; slow and steady won the race as far as he was concerned, and he wanted her to know he was absorbing it all. He sighed quietly, never letting his gaze waver from hers. ”Dessi,” he started, letting his masculine voice break the silence lingering there, ”I want you to know that I think you are...” he trailed off, his expression thoughtful and an warm smirk he couldn’t suppress planting itself on his lips. He scooted none too gracefully closer to her, placing his chin squarely on his knee while reaching forward to touch her soft cheek lightly, running his thumb across her skin and reveling in the feel of it. He searched her bottomless eyes and then brushed stray hairs behind her ear ever so gently. ”I think you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.” he said candidly, hoping she surely knew he didn’t just mean physically.
How distasteful and douche-bag-ish would that be at this moment, to hit on her? He kept his eyes on hers and let his hand linger along with his blue eyes, but he only let that statement hang between them for a few moments before breaking eye contact and slowly removing his hand. Then, looking back and acting as if it had never happened, ”I am willing to listen for as long as you want to talk, but I don’t have a problem with cookies either.” he said with a sincere smile, ”Besides, there’s really no decision in this for me. You opening up to me, bringing me inside.. that’s all you. I chose to listen from the moment I met you; I’ve been doing this for a week or so now, you’re just catching up.” he said with another smile, this one brighter as he tried to tease her a little. He wanted desperately to get rid of those tears. ”I am more than happy to take it slow for you. That’s a lot you just told me; you don’t have to tell me more until you’re ready. But when you’re ready, I’m ready.” he said sternly, setting his jaw as if she were more than likely going to fight with him about it. He doubted she would, but one never knew with this girl. That much he already knew. He waited for her now, as the next move was her call. He wanted nothing more than to pull her in close and never let her go until she realized what an amazing person she was, and that the world couldn’t get her when he was around. She looked like she needed a hug for sure anyway, so it took self control not to just swipe her into a bear hug in the first place.
comments: well i reckon that's around two thousand ish! and by the way, i nearly pissed myself laughing when you said your internet decided to take a shit. priceless.[/blockquote]