it’s not right , is it? to have him, a somewhat stranger, a MARRIED man, her neighbor so close to her she can her his heartbeat, its sound pounding a comforting lull; to be holding onto him with a grasp fiercer than death itself, tears staining the front of his shirt, their color matching the dark smudges circling her sea-colored gaze.
her growing grief, her silent sobs—-they are racking her slight frame, fingers curled into fabric, dark locks unruly as she struggles to still herself. PAIN—–it stains every part of her, burning her edges like a hungry flame. there’s a prayer on the tip of her tongue, words she has been trained to speak: pardons for mercy and forgiveness, for strength to forget this tragedy, for purity to replace any and all thoughts that had led her to this place. but instead of holy phrases carefully and cautiously strung together, there is only one word that drops from her lips, its taste in her mouth more SACRED than any prayer she’d ever said before.
there’s a pause, room for her to suck in a shaking breath, lifting up her pale face just enough to meet her cyan eyes to his, her voice soft, dripping with a desperation.
“please don’t leave me alone.”
and in spite of their closeness, in spite of the sheets, in spite of any compromising position she might be in, kate is drowning, feels herself slipping away; and it is seth, a man, flesh and blood and lust in one, not thoughts of any god that keep her afloat.
forgive me father,
for i have sinned,
and i feel no remorse.
It was as if he was driven entirely based upon the desire to fulfill her request. His fingers brushed tentatively against the apples of her cheeks in an attempt to remove that tears that still clung to her pale flesh. The concerns that he had harbored about all of this being wrong seemed to fade away as he let his arms curl around the petite frame of his next door neighbor.
The urgency of her request had been enough to convince him that this was the right thing to do, that nothing bad would come of it. This was simply a friend trying to comfort a friend during a trying time. At least, that was what he had begun to tell himself over and over again until it seemed to stick.
It wasn’t. It mattered little the amount of times that he whispered those two words to her because nothing would fill the void that he been created in Kate’s life now that her mother was gone. He could not even begin to imagine the pain that Scott and Jacob were experiencing.
The loss of a loved one was always unexpected, always painful. There was no amount of ‘I’m sorry’ or ‘I’ll be praying for you’ that could mend the pain of a broken heart. All he could was give Kate exactly what she had demanded of him in her fragile state.
The dampness of her tears upon his shirt causes a pained expression to cross his features, the hand that had been gravitating beside her face now pressed firmly against her back as he pulled her closer. There was no intimacy in his actions, just the desire to make the pain go away even if it were only for an instant.
It was difficult to see Kate in such a state given the fact that since the day he had moved in next-door, he had always known her to be STRONG. It was what Vanessa had detested and what Seth had admired. The arguments that lasted long into the night had all stemmed from his own desire to treat her how she deserved to be treated; like a human fucking being. Instead of a child like his wife had been so insistent upon.
The happiness and bravado that had once graced his voice had seemingly disappeared and was replaced by a hoarse whisper in a vain attempt to provide the girl some resemblance of support.
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