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0 - Black Heart - 1D
Jan 13, 2018
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Woody was glad that he hadn’t yet unpacked. It made leaving just that much easier. For that whole morning, he moved everything down into the van parked illegally in front of the complex. It was when he was locking up for the last time that he heard pounding feet on the stairs. He recognized the gait, the just-off thud of a piece of fiber in a boot that fit a little too snugly. Conna was breathing hard when she got to the landing, her cheeks flushed with the cold she’d just come out of.copyright protection5PENANAxtwcOotu2y

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?!” she demanded, throwing her glove at him.copyright protection5PENANA5DBHEPQAKw

It hit his jacket front and fell like a sad alien leaf onto the hall’s worn carpet. He turned a cold gaze on her, trying not to let anything else show on his face. “What does it matter to you?”copyright protection5PENANA6eA06Teqig

She snatched her glove up and got in his face. “Oh come on. I may have people issues, but I’m not stupid! You can’t leave! We’re going to be friends! We’re probably going to be more than friends if you stick around. That’s how this story is supposed to go! If you leave, you ruin everything, Glenn.” He saw a muscle in her jaw flex as she looked down at the hand gripping his jacket lapel. She let go of him and took a step back, letting her hand fall limply to her side. She absently pulled her glove back on and said, “I’m sorry I threw my glove at you.”copyright protection5PENANAVQKr3zQw3T

“I don’t care,” he said softly. “You’re a mess… I’ve gotta go.”copyright protection5PENANA59xHRbxHMh

He pushed passed her, hitting the elevator call button.copyright protection5PENANAdTwNUDH940

Conna came up beside him and hit the button too. “Where are you going?”copyright protection5PENANAqZQarTJiqN

“Away,” he said, not looking at her for fear he’d say something else.copyright protection5PENANAbwWJdNVKuH

“Where can I find you?”copyright protection5PENANA2IBzwwcdGg

“You won’t be able to,” he said, crossing his arms.copyright protection5PENANAd6g4gIY00p

The elevator doors opened and they both got in. He hit the lobby button and she did too.copyright protection5PENANAOcVKV9yQU3

“Private investigators are not hard to come by for me,” she threatened.copyright protection5PENANAyWLawhHIvn

Scare her. You’re going to have to scare her, he thought to himself. Woody whirled on her, his breathing erratic. He grabbed the collar of her teal coat and slammed her into the wall of the compartment, jarring the elevator’s smooth downward rhythm. He glared at her, his face an inch away from her pained expression. “Do not look for me, Conna. I’m warning you. If you do, I’ll fucking murder you.” He gave her a feral, condescending smirk. “You’re just like the last stalker I had… She was just as obsessed with me too. I couldn’t stay in Offelton after I buried her. Too many memories in that place… I bet it still smells like blood.”copyright protection5PENANAZItfNKYLLZ

Woody let go of her and smoothed out the collar of her coat, suddenly gentle. His face collapsed in on itself as he gave her a regretful, pleading face. “Don’t follow me, Conna.”copyright protection5PENANAazb5k7fSY9

She was staring at him when the doors to the elevator opened, torn between anger and… desire? Woody cursed under his breath as he exited the elevator and slipped his apartment key into its wall mailbox located between the elevator and the lobby’s front door.copyright protection5PENANAVx5HICYpkt

He should have known better. Conna had known all that time, hadn’t she? Known that he’d been avoiding her for a reason… Known that he was interested in her, but couldn’t let himself be interested. He’d just lied to her, but when had that ever worked in the past? She was curious by nature, and tenacious to boot. Why had he thought for a second that scaring her would work?copyright protection5PENANAMjcgzZ1xLM

“Fine,” Conna said, pulling him from his thoughts. She put a teal hand against the inside of the door to keep it from closing. He turned to her, his hands sliding into his jacket pockets. She met his eyes with her big baby blues and sniffed. “I won’t go after you, but not because I don’t want to… I guess you’re only leaving because you want to stay, right? I get that you’re afraid something bad will happen if you do stay. I get that… So, why don’t we pretend you are going to stay and I get that coffee date I wanted… and when I wake up, you can be gone and I’ll pretend you never existed.”copyright protection5PENANAxVmJ1GQgzP

Woody barked a laugh. “Are you implying this coffee date of yours is bound to turn into something else?”copyright protection5PENANApunvc57avs

“It will if you have your way,” she said with that blinding, endearing smile of hers.copyright protection5PENANAEiMRzmRAUC

“Has anyone ever told you you have a way with words?” he asked sarcastically.copyright protection5PENANAnryJaAq1QZ

“Sure,” she said with a matching deadpan smile. “So do I get that coffee date, or not?”copyright protection5PENANAQgueMGkURP

He sighed. “If it’ll get you to let go, we can skip the coffee.” Maybe I can excuse myself once she’s bored of me, he mused internally. Just… Careful Glenn. You’re towing the line here.copyright protection5PENANAmw89nHvfhp

She hit the third floor button and beckoned him back into the elevator. He rolled his eyes and took his place beside her. As the elevator doors closed, Conna wrung her hands together, a shy smile playing over her lips as she said, “I can’t believe that worked. I should be direct more often.”copyright protection5PENANASEQqo00O1R

“When are you not direct?” Woody asked, honestly curious.copyright protection5PENANAOS8i7UYrOP

She looked insulted. “‘Scuse me, I can adhere to social moure when I feel like it… I just don’t ever feel like it. I don’t ever want to be thought of as dishonest is all. The last time I ever told a lie, I lost a hand and a leg.”copyright protection5PENANAhblqkJ7PYp

The elevator stopped and they both exited. Sensing the opening, Woody asked tentatively, “How did that happen… exactly?”copyright protection5PENANAfR45hs6ih8

She pulled out her apartment key and opened the door, letting it swing inward as she put the key back in her pocket. She turned to him then and smiled serenely. “I told my doctor I’d be okay without them.”copyright protection5PENANA951hn8cmA0

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