Wyatt couldn’t sleep. He’d tried his best to play it cool with Brynn and failed spectacularly, the past week having been a rare highlight in his otherwise deplorable life.
But happiness was a foreign and elusive concept, one that caused uneasiness instead of contentment. It didn’t feel right, like he hadn’t earned it, like he didn’t deserve it. How could such a wonderful feeling create such a twisted knot in the pit of your stomach?
Usually, when Wyatt slept with a woman, he didn’t feel much of anything; he’d make himself scarce the next morning, or drive them away on purpose for his own entertainment-.. and yet, with his nose nestled in her hair as she slept, he realised he didn’t want Brynn to go home.
He actually enjoyed spending time with her. She wasn’t annoying or high-maintenance, boring or stupid, and she didn’t expect anything from him, nor he her. It was terrifyingly easy.
Wyatt had never been in love before; hadn’t even come close. Not once could he remember having loved anyone or anything, familial, platonic, nor romantic-.. not properly, anyway. Not without condition, doubt, or backlash; but for some inexplicable reason, Brynn had captivated him completely.
She was soft and compassionate yet rugged and unruly, so tenacious – albeit somewhat assumedly – that he couldn’t help but admire her. She was beautiful too, and Wyatt didn’t throw that word around lightly. Hot? Sure. Gorgeous, pretty, sexy? Sure. But never beautiful. That was reserved for more; someone unique, someone he didn’t want to let go, someone he didn’t want anyone else to touch…
No, he definitely didn’t want Brynn to leave at all.
But leaving she was, and Wyatt had no choice in the matter. If she wanted to stay, she would. If not, he could only hope that she’d return one day… He’d thought about asking her not to go, but he didn’t want to beg. His father had always instilled in him not to beg for anything in life, it was demeaning and pathetic.
He’d also said you ought to take what you want by force, but Wyatt was choosing to ignore that part. It wouldn’t feel the same unless she chose for herself.
Whether he wanted to admit it or not, Wyatt was a little worried. He’d tried to ask Brynn about her life back in San Myshuno more than a few times, but she clearly didn’t want to talk about it, expertly shrugging him off every time he broached the subject. He couldn’t tell if she was nervous, ashamed, or if she truly believed it wasn’t worth talking about.
She was so good at hiding certain things that it was damned near driving him insane, and despite their rapidly growing intimacy, he wasn’t much closer to figuring out what was going on.
He couldn’t exactly keep an eye on her either, not from here-.. besides, he’d told himself that following people probably wasn’t the best idea, even if he didn’t necessarily think it was a big deal.
Wyatt sighed deeply; his head pounding. Why had he let her get under his skin? Why didn’t she want to stay? What the hell did she have in San My that she wouldn’t have here? Who the fuck did Gael even think he was? The pathetic fuckwad. She clearly didn’t like the guy all that much, why would she rather leave with him?
Unless-.. what if Brynn meant more to Wyatt than he to her? He doubted she was that good an actor, but he’d found it rather difficult to think straight recently.
Sweating at the thought, Wyatt realised he might have to be a little more honest if he wanted some answers…
Shit.
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There’s something about Rei basically telling his father:
“YOU can stay miserable, I actually have a family who I love, peace✌️”
Like Rei is living his best life with his husband and daughter doing French Toast at the other side of Japan, while Suwa will stay miserable by his own volition lmaooo
For realll he's living the life.
You just reminded me I forgot to talk about THIS line which is genius??? This is the first and last time Rei calls him father as an adult. Aside from the literal reason that he's not Rei's "Boss" anymore since he's quitting the org, it's also his bittersweet way of acknowledging that the man before him did raise him to some extent. He's saying farewell to both the org and his biological ties to his father, without denying that either were a part of his history.
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See my problem. Is that I would LIKE to meet people, either to get a partner or even, like, friends. But I do not have a car, and would need to walk 2+ miles to any mildly-public area (and even that would be like... a library or something). Which is hard when I am already constantly exhausted/in pain.
And then I try to imagine explaining that yeah my main hobby is writing about fictional relationships & obsessing over the original Star Trek. My second hobby is video-games, sorry if you were deceived by the fact I'm skinny & wear dresses, I'm just a nerd.
And yeah also I have nosy pet parakeets you gotta just deal with. And yeah I'm converting to Judaism (hopefully soon) so my Saturdays aren't free (so fun right now, especially, btw!)
And then I decide taking a nap sounds better, actually. And I look online and see stuff about how you gotta get out and meet people!! :) Here are some ideas for how to do that (all assuming you have a fucking car and, idk, money?? and also pre-existing friends?) and then I just feel mildly homicidal.
Anyway I'm turning 29 next week and when I am 30 people will be officially wondering what is Wrong With Me That I'm Alone, I think. Exciting 🙃
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