|Alaric Saltzman (selfloathing) wrote in wariscoming,|
@ 2014-09-27 19:53:00
|Even at his current state of inebriation, Ric didn't really know what he was doing. Staying under the same roof as Jenna seemed like a very bad idea in every sense and even if Damon had refused to take no for an answer, Ric knew he shouldn't be here. Was it too late to back out? Just turn around and walk the other way? He'd already learned there were hotels and apartment complexes that took refugees like him in. One of those would probably be smarter than this. It would be better for the others. Ric was in control of himself now, but who was to say that would last? Who could be certain that his alter ego wouldn't come back and take over at any moment?|
He couldn't have told what got him through the door, but he did cross that threshold and he glanced around to get his bearings. He'd only been there a moment when he caught sight of a familiar face, one that he hadn't seen in quite some time and yet every detail was familiar to him. Jenna.
A thousand thoughts ran through his mind at once, things he wanted to say to her. Apologies, mostly, and maybe a few questions as well. Standing here in front of her, Ric knew he didn't deserve to be in her company. She was this amazing, beautiful woman and he was... a monster, a deeply flawed man who had done so many things she couldn't possibly forgive, not matter how desperately a part of him wanted her to.
Ric could only stand there studying her for a moment as his conflicting emotions warred with one another. When he finally spoke, he didn't say any of the things that were on his mind. He didn't open with an apology to tell her to stay away from him. All the came from his lips was one single word.