Icarus

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Anyone who walked by the front of the building Cassie lived in could think that Tate was an exhibit in a wax museum-he stood there like a statue and seldom even moved. He got a few strange looks, and even an old lady asked if he was okay.

He wasn't.

Impatience seemed to consume him...slowly and painfully. Without a watch or a cell to check the time, if he felt Cassie was late getting home, restlessness would eat him inside out. There he stood, frozen with concern as the sun was setting and the dark blue color of dusk began to take over the sky.

He started playing with the shoelace of his left black Converse, but even making knots over and over again wasn't enough to distract him from his incessant panic. Was Cassie alright? What if they had discovered her? Would she get home alive?

Tate bit his lip...how could he have let Cassie go alone into a potentially dangerous situation. About to slip into an agonizing despair, he looked up to see Cassie running from the other street and his heart started beating again.

"Cassie!" he yelled, while jumping up and down like a kid on a playground.

Cassie wasn't about to slow down and ran right into Tate's arms. Tate, surpised, hugged her but feeling her irregular breathing and heart racing, was suddenly flooded with a feeling he had to protect her.

"What happened, why were you running so fast?"

"Let's go inside," she said in a quiet voice, grabbing Tate by his wrist and leading him into her apartment.

Everything was clean and organized like the last time he was there. The walls were white and without posters or pictures. Tate thought that the bleak walls had no personality and promised himself to buy a her a painting or something to decorate them the next time he visited.

He sat on the cold floor. Cassie looked at him and decided to sit on the couch. He turned around to be in front of her.

"All I have in my mind right now is a big blank question mark," he said trying to cheer Cassie up, but she showed no emotion.

She sighed, "I couldn't..." Tate raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything as he wanted to let her speak. "I was about to do it when someone opened the door and I had to hide."

"I can tell just by looking at you that it wasn't the only thing that happened..."

She shook her head in agreement.

"The Aesterdis made a loud noise and everything looked red as if you were inside the sun looking out...I felt like I was drowning in some kind of energy plasma and I-I don't know what exactly happened next but I know someone was there he or she changed something-"

Before she got the last word out, tears began to flow as she sobbed and sobbed.

"Cassie," he placed his warm hands on her blushed tear-soaked cheeks, looked into her eyes, and said quietly, "shhhh...just relax now..."

Tate rocked her in his arms like a baby until she stopped sobbing.

"You telling me to relax won't make me actually relax."

Tate dropped his hands and glared at her. Cassie rolled her eyes.

"How rude," Tate replied, pretending to be offended, but after a few seconds he added, "we are not as different as you might think."

"There's a reason why we feel so connected, right?"

"You know, I didn't get on well with all of my...my past lovers."