Has anyone requested #30 'you don't see me'? Reminds me of Doctor Who, Twelve and Clara if you've watched it.
âWhat are you going to do? Ground me? Take away my phone privileges?â
âDonât,â she snapped, shooting him a glare that pierced him more than any bullet ever could. âJust... donât, okay? You donât get to-â She shook her head. âDonât act like youâre my father. Youâre not. You never will be.â
âBelieve me when I say I donât see you as my daughter, Elizabeth,â he said, and there was a dark... something in his low voice that only emphasized the danger hidden beneath his blank face.Â
âThatâs the problem,â she muttered under her breath.Â
She hadnât meant for him to hear the words, but evidently, heâd heard them all the same.
âI must confess, Iâm more than a little confused right now,â he said sardonically, tilting his head in that familiar way of his. At this moment, she found the little mannerism infuriating. âYou donât want me to act like your father... yet you find it a problem that I donât see you as my daughter?â
She whipped around in an unexplainable whirlwind of emotion. âThe problem is, you donât see me at all!â His dumbfounded expression knocked the fight out of her like a needle to a balloon. She suddenly felt so... drained. âYou donât see me,â she whispered, throat tightening painfully. âYou donât see me the way I want you to.â
â... How do you want me to see you?â
âAs a woman you donât just need but want.â She clenched her hands tight, hoping to hide the tremor that could be heard in her confession. After a pregnant pause, she added quietly, âA woman you might one day fall in love with.â
âElizabeth... I canât-â
She wasnât sure she could deal with his rejection right now.
Before he could say anything further, she continued hastily, âBut how could you?â She looked down and away, hiding her face before he could see her cry. âIâm Samâs little girl. The little girl you saved decades ago. Not to mention the countless women that trip over their feet for you everywhere we go. How could I possibly compare-â
So much for avoiding his rejection.
He took the few steps necessary to reach her, and she could see the tips of his shoes touching her own. Gently grasping her chin, he angled her face so that she couldnât look away, and he made sure her eyes stayed on his as he spoke.Â
âYou are Samâs little girl - not mine. If Sam could see the way I looked at you...â He huffed a breath of a laugh, then shook his head as though to clear his thoughts. âElizabeth, if you choose to believe only one thing Iâve ever said to you, believe this:
And I do need you. I do want you.
But I canât see you as a woman I might one day fall in love with.â
She should have known, really. It was stupid of her to-
âThe term âmightâ implies an uncertainty that I just donât have. I donât need to wait until a âone dayâ to know my own feelings. If thereâs anything Iâm certain about, itâs that I already love you, Elizabeth. Iâm already in love with you. I have been for a long time now.â
This time, it was he that cut her off.
âAnd what do those women matter when the woman that Iâm tripping over my feet for canât see the way Iâve been looking at her this whole time?â He chuckled, smiling softly as he brushed away the tears that had fallen against her will. âWhat do those women matter when youâre the only woman that I see?âÂ
âYou love me,â she said in disbelief, more to herself than him. âYouâre in love with me.â
âI am,â he confirmed, nodding. âAnd I hope one day, youâll see me the way I see you, Lizzie.â
âI already do, Red,â she said, nuzzling his neck and feeling herself smile for the first time all day. âI already do.â