“God, what the hell is wrong with you? You know what, stay away from me and my mom. I don’t need this crap from a total stranger, it’s bogus.”
She could feel the tears in her eyes, weighing her down. Her mouth quivers just slightly, annoyed and frustrated and wanting to hurt him. Who the hell was he to make judgements like that? He didn’t even know her. Didn’t realize all the crap she goes through on a daily basis.
“Leave me alone, Foster, alright?” she meant it, you could see it in her eyes, hearing it in her voice. She didn’t want to feel powerless, broken, but it sure sounded like she was.
It’s not fair, the effects her emotions have on him. How they control him, how they determine whether or not he has a good or bad day. It’s infuriating. And only gives him more of a reason to lash out.
“For God’s sake, just stop! You can’t – you don’t control me. You know that? You need to stop.”
“Gladly,” is the thing he says when he intends to walk way. Something stops him, the same thing that always does – his grief-stricken sense of pride. The one souvenir he brought back from his human life.
He steps towards her, a distance that makes even him uncomfortable, and his face contorts into anger. “Look at this –– no, look at me, Olivia. Do I look like the kind of person who’s going to change? Do I look like the kind of guy who just gives up? Is that what you see right now?”
