Dealing With the Past ; The Space Between
Characters: Stanley W. May, Megan Stacy Setting: Megan's Apartment Content: Worksafe - Though not good for Stanimal. Summary: Not the best way to approach coming back from the dead.
He'd gone through this all over and over again, for a year he had just drilled what he was going to say and how he was going to say it. But last night had changed all that, the reality of the fact that the woman he loved was going to be looking at him after two absentee years...well..that scared just about any man. But he was so different, how different would she be? Would she still wrinkle her nose a bit when she giggle that certain way? Would she still like her pizza with the same toppings?
Would she be mad was not a question. He just wondered how much, what he could do to lessen the damage done and what else could be done to keep her from putting an ashtray through his skull. Dressed in the simple, thin black sweater that he had pulled up halfway his forearm and a pair of of his favorite jeans (not the ones with the oil stains, though). His fingers tapped anxiously over the pocket beneath them, the other clutching the lillies carefully and his eyes darting around the elevator. He reasoned that it wasn't smart to use his power in an apartment building, but in truth he was in no rush to do what was about to happen. When the digital bell tolled, he took a deep breath and stepped free of the metal compartment..Chuck T's silent on the carpet.
The walk towards that door seemed to take forever, memories flooding his mind and that was a lot considering how much information he could process at any given time. He should have worn that nice green shirt, it made his eyes stand out and maybe it would show blood if she went after him. He chided himself for being a coward and his hand reached forward, rasping his worn knuckles on the wood a few times as he heard her approach..was she on the phone? His head lowered subconsciously as he got lost in all the variables he hadn't considered, it was two years..maybe she had moved on. Maybe she had a family now. What if she was hurt? It all spun through his mind..like watching a movie fast forward at Mach 1 if you were on shrooms.
Then the door opened and there she was, his strong features slowly raising as he allowed a forced and very weak grin to give that handsome shine to his features. His nerves were getting to him and suddenly he felt very small, even if he could be to London in under a minute..or a few seconds.