& for months, she might have assumed him DEAD. she might have assumed him living on another continent, enjoying life outside the city limits of beacon hills. she might have assumed him G O N E. perhaps, in a way, it was easier that way. ( easier to stomach that she wasn’t in his plans – easier to accept that she had been left BEHIND without so much as a goodbye. ) fingers rub at her eyes, blinking a few times in an attempt to adjust to the unwelcomed brightness of the porch lamp. her stoic, albeit rather sleepy, gaze falls on his face just as the teddy bear caught in her grasp falls to the floor. it’s a bitter scoff that breaks the tension, hand gripping the door. ❛ go to FUCKING hell. ❜ & with that, she slams the door, making sure to throw her weight into it. ( & no, she doesn’t care that the table in the entry way shakes on impact. )
the smile forming on his lips can seem absurd, seeing the circumstances of having a DOOR being slammed right under his nose. but it was typical haven caldwell reaction. truth is, he would’ve been MORE worried if she would’ve let him in without any hesitation or questions. he does KEEP his laugh for himself, that would just piss her off even more. moving isn’t in his plan either, he knows she’ll open the door again. might be in a couple of hours, though. ❛ well, i didn’t miss you either. ❜ he can hear her breathe, he knows she’s still there, too. his grip tightens on a loose backpack, looking around to make sure no one sees him acting like a fool. talking to a door isn’t exactly sane, even for this town. ❛ nice —— teddy bear, by the way. ❜ of course he noticed, of course he was going to bring it up.
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