Ollie Andrada (deathcheat) wrote in immune_ic, @ 2012-11-19 13:39:00 |
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The conversation with Evan had been interesting, if a little awkward. When he'd seen Ollie's face, it had looked more or less like he'd seen a ghost, which, if Allie had been telling everyone what she thought to be true, it probably seemed as though he had. He couldn't help but laugh a little at that thought. Allie's ex was a ghost freak, wasn't he? He'd probably get a kick out of that. Shaking his head, he smirked and made his way in the direction Evan had told him to go. To be honest, he wasn't entirely sure how this reunion would play out. Would Allie be happy to see him? Would she be angry? With the way they'd left things—Ollie couldn't get the desperate look on her face out of his mind—it was hard to predict. But here he was, at the front door to the building, his heart racing a mile a minute. He'd been searching for her for months. Since July. This, in its own way, felt worse than the two years in prison, because at least then, he'd known that she was in good hands. He'd known that someone, at least one someone, was looking out for her. And while he was glad she'd found her way back here, with the way they'd left, the return couldn't have been the pleasant and flowery one that they'd had when they first arrived back in May. Letting out a slow, steadying breath, he looked above the cells at the numbers, and paused when he saw that he was getting close to the one Evan had told him belonged to Allie. He smoothed a hand through his hair, inwardly making a decision, trying to find a way to tell her, beyond a shadow of a doubt that it was him. He smirked, knocked on the wall, and sang. “No more talk of darkness, forget these wide eyed fears...”[*] |