Help Me Close My Eyes

24 ~ blame.

It's like she can't get away from me fast enough.

I follow closely behind her and head inside to find Fletcher in the kitchen.

He looks up from the dishes he's been washing and grins. "Hey, you're back," he says. "I was starting to think you two were goners. How was it? Find what you were looking for?"

Ira stops and glances at me, acknowledging my existence for the first time in hours. Her eyes take me in, colder than I've ever seen them, before turning back to Fletcher. "No," she says. "Nothing worth remembering at least."

With that, she heads upstairs without another word. A few seconds later, I hear the bedroom door slam.

Fletcher turns to me, eyebrows raised.

I stare back. "What?"

He just shakes his head, swinging a towel over his shoulder. "I take it things didn't go very well."

"Things went fine," I reply. "We got some answers. None of them good."

I spend the next fifteen minutes or so telling him everything we learned over the past few days, excluding some of the more intimate details, and he listens, the way he and Weston always do.

You know, I can never tell if they really believe me or if they think I'm bat-shit crazy. At at this point, I guess it doesn't matter. They listen, and that what counts.

When I'm finished, he lets out a breath. "I don't know what to tell you, mate. That sounds really heavy." I nod, and the two of us stand in silence for a moment. Finally, he looks up at me. "What's got her so upset though?"

I raise an eyebrow. "I just told you. Mortal peril, impending doom. Weren't you listening?"

Fletcher gives me a look. "Correct me if I'm wrong, mate, but that wasn't existential dread she was shooting your way a minute ago," he says. "I mean, holy shit, if looks could kill."

I sit down on one of the kitchen stools and run a hand over my face, letting out a sigh. "Yeah, the thing is, we kind of got drunk last night, and we.. almost kissed."

His eyes widen as he sits down on the stool beside mine. "Well, shit man, way to bury the lead."

I turn away. "It wasn't important."

"Does she think that?"

I can hear the smugness in his voice, and frustration rises in me. "I don't know, alright?" I reply. "We just were drunk. It was..."

My voice trails off.

Talking about it feels strange. I've been letting that moment exist in an alcohol-fueled haze, drifting in and out on the edges of my memory, refusing to look at it any closer; but saying it out loud brings it all back into focus.

I remember everything - every second. I remember the way her skin felt beneath my hand, the way she shuddered beneath my touch. I remember the way her eyes watched me, trained on my every move, and the way her breathing picked up when I leaned in.

I remember looking at her lips and wondering if she'd taste the same in real life as she does in my dreams.

A shiver runs through me, even now, but I push it down. Being close to her like that was like some kind of drug. I'm scared that if I think about it too much, I'll end up wanting to do it again.

"It was nothing," I finish. "Just a drunken mistake."

"I'm guessing you told her that."

"What else was I supposed to say?"

He stands up and heads back over to the sink before starting on another dish. "I don't know," he says. "How about the truth?"

"If I knew what that was, then maybe I would."

"You should talk to her."

I shake my head. "Trust me, she doesn't want to talk to me. The last ten hours of silence was proof enough of that."

He stops scrubbing to give me a look. "She doesn't want you to lie to her. There's a difference."

I push away from the counter and stand, my patience now hanging by just a thread.

I am so sick of everyone acting like this is all so simple.

Anita, Fletcher, Ira - all of them trying to convince me that this should be easy for me.

Just be honest, and everything will be fine. Just open up, and everything will become clear. Just tell the truth, and everything will be okay.

If there's one thing I learned from everything that happened with Lydia, it's that being open and honest isn't always what's best. Sometimes honesty can be the thing that drives someone away, that gets them hurt.

I won't make that mistake again, even if it means lying to myself to make it through the day.

And more importantly, the night.

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A/N - Hey guys! Long time no see! Hope everyone had a great weekend, and at least a decent Monday.

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It's been such a struggle to write lately. Not sure what's been going on in my head these days, but it's been so much harder to focus. Hoping I start to feel like I have my feet under me again soon.

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