Tangled

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289 Ava: Who He Is

The way Lucas watches me is terrifying,

Terrifying, because there's finally interest in his gaze.

I don't want to hold hope, because every time I have even the glimmer of it, he says something that crushes my heart. The way he doesn't even recognize our fated bond kills me. It's yearning aching in my chest, wanting me to go to him. To claim him. To shake and scream until he

remembers all the pain and all the joy between us.

Instead, I sit there, scratching more vigorously at my arms, and the string inside of me tugst harder, as if trying to get my attention. I ignore it.

""Your scent."

Glancing at Lucas, who stops talking mid-sentence, I sniff discreetly in the direction of my armpits. Did I forget to scrub? He keeps talking about my smell. "Do I stink that bad?"

"It's getting stronger, he confirms, his voice husky.

Maybe this is his way of getting me to leave again. "Do you want me to go?"

"No."

Oh. Never mind, then.

My heart dances at that denial, though, raising hope high on a flag pole and waving it at the walls I've tried desperately to construct around my heart.

you think of me," he says, shifting his weight as his eyes never leave me. They're golden and intense, different from the way he looked at me

he finally recognizing

That would be great.

over me. Lucas's scent, amber and campfire smoke, fills my senses, and I'm transported back to Cedarwood. Back to when he'd found me, after I'd run away from everything I'd

you, but you stuck around anyway. You were determined, and I was just afraid you'd leave me again. Change

my apartment while I

furrows slightly, but he

be so sweet sometimes, I continue, my voice barely above a whisper.

Who He

endearing, really. The way you bend over backwards to keep me happy,

tightens as I recall darker times. "You saved me from

me, everything he's been through

admit, my voice cracking slightly. "I can't even begin to understand how you can be so strong, so

especially after... after all

you away.

gaze never

my Lucas, but at least he isn't staring at me like I'm a complete stranger. He's starting

tumbling out before I can stop them. "You were always there, waiting for me to turn to you. And now.... now the tables have turned. It's my

silent, my heart pounding in my chest. Lucas grunts, a low sound that reverberates through the quiet room, but I

"How'd it go?"

me as soon as I walk through the door, her eyes shining with optimism

all.

the couch, my body shivering at the memory of his eyes burning into me. "I don't know. Every so often, I think he's getting a hint of the bond. Then he says something so casual

extra hungry," she admits, shrugging. "Wasn't sure when you'd come home, so I helped

punch to the gut. Is this really home now? It feels temporary, but our home isn't ours any longer. What does