Cal didn't even think there was a right answer to the barrage of sentences he assembled. To be honest he just wanted to hear her voice, he thought it may calm him down, or the very least compel him to cease his blather, and listen to Mia. Everything just felt like it was falling apart, and all his emotions were starting to hit him like a ton of bricks, it was odd to him they were only starting to expose themselves at the very moment. The past few days he felt like a robot just desensitized to everything, but he could sense that he was back to normal, maybe that little hiatus did some good.
He looked down at her wrist, little blotches of red seeped through her bandages. His head was telling him, "You were only gone for a couple days, it was her choice, you couldn't do anything about it, you had to leave." But a wave of guilt hit him like a tornado anyways, twisting knots in his stomach. He hated how she made him feel, whenever she did this to herself, it always felt like it was his fault, even if it wasn't. He should be angry with her, but he just couldn't bring himself to.
“Why did you leave, Clo-Cal? Why did you leave, what have you done wrong, why are you in trouble and why won’t you let me call you Cloud anymore?
"I told you, Mia. I was the one who burned down the Casanovas' base. Sky found out before I could leave town. You can call me anything you want, okay?" He moved to her, gaze never wavering or breaking. His hand softly grazing hers, sending tingles all through his fingertips and finally to his heart, beating so hard that it felt like there were no gaps in-between.
"Remember the last place we met? Thats where i'll be staying." He pulled her to her feet, with almost no force at all. They were only objects of a greater force being pulled into each other by an invisible magnetic field. "I'll advice you to come with me, I'm certain the Casanovas will use you for leverage, but it's your choice. I need to keep moving, I'll be back later to see if Fornax is back." He laced his fingers with hers. His other hand barely touching her skin as he brushed her hair away. Breathing was no longer a priority for life, for the simplest of touches would drift him farther into the intoxicating clutches of a dream. A dream no mortal could possibly fabricate had they not been a part of. His eyes flickered with so many unreadable emotion. But they weren’t meant to be understood, like a vast ocean of blues. His thumb caressed her cheek, a touch he did not realize he was craving for. He leaned in closer, their faces so close yet so far.
He wished to kiss her, to put an end to the blissful suffering. He couldn’t breath anymore, his heart was deafening him. He needed her. And it frightened him, needing someone’s touch like that. He leaned towards her, pressing his lips against her forehead, a sense of desperateness pouring out. The same lingering thought of that one night nagged at the back of his head. I want you.
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