"I should have known you would leave the first chance you got" and just like that, the grace of emptiness had dissipated. She opened her eyes, turning back to see him only a few feet behind her, standing tall and looking irritable as always.
"We're in the middle of nowhere-" she responded, leaning up from the rock she sat against "I guess it was silly of me to think you'd let up because of that" The sarcasm she spoke was palatable. She watched as he approached, until he stood beside her, a looming silhouette that now blocked the warmth of the wind. "You've been following me the whole time, haven't you"
He didn't respond, and she didn't need him to, the lack of answer itself was its own give-away. She felt frustrated, her peace had been ripped away in one fell swoop, even if it had been fake all along. Neither of them spoke, there was no need to voice the anger each had for the other, they already knew.
"There are coyotes out here, you know? things that could rip your throat out?"
"Why does it matter to you?" she asked suddenly, and he seemed surprised just by how much malice those words held. She lifted her head to look at him, and he lowered his own to look at her.
"It's common sense"
"Why are you here, Maxwell?-" she inquired, a turned eyebrow. "I know why I'm here"
"What do you mean?" he retorted
"Well-" she clicked her tongue "You're obviously not here to enjoy the sunset, a man who hates beauty as much as you do would never actively seek it out"
"I'm here so you won't run away and get yourself killed" he responded, a clear edge within his words. She could sense he was losing patience with her, but for some reason, despite all he had done to her in the past, it didn't frighten her this time. Maybe it was the mask of her own anger impeding her rationality, or perhaps she had just gotten used to his moods from repeated exposure.
"Wouldn't you love it if I got killed?" she asked suddenly, and he peered down at her, features incredulous "I mean, keeping a hostage seems like such a burden to you" she spoke pointedly "Wouldn't it be better if I got killed? you wouldn't have to keep me locked in your house anymore because I wouldn't be able to squawk about all the illegal shit you do if I was dead"
"Shut your mouth!" he snipped suddenly, his nostrils flaring.
"Why, Maxwell?" she asked, turning to face him, to look him right in the face. He towered over her, but she didn't give a fuck, not anymore.
"Because I fucking said so" he retorted, a clear warning in his tone
"What if I don't give a fuck about what you say? What then?" she inquired
"You do it for the sake of your own life" he ground out angrily, his blue eyes falling darker with each passing moment
"Was that a threat Maxwell?!-" she snapped "Did you just threaten to kill me?!"
"So what if I did? What are you going to do about it?!" his childish behavior pissed her off, but it seemed simply part of his nature. A man who got whatever he asked for, handed to him plated in gold and silver. It was as if his brain couldn't comprehend the concept of refusal, it made him lash out like a toddler upset when they didn't get the toy they liked. Because that's all she was to him, a toy.
"I know why you're here" she spoke, and he raised an eyebrow, seeming kind of amused in the moment "You're terrified of me" his eyes widened
"Me?! Afraid of you?!" he asked with disbelief, letting a sudden smile cross his features. With a laugh, he merely rolled his eyes "What could I possibly be scared of Harmony? I'm three times the size of you!" he retorted with an obvious gloat
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Romance"You have a name, don't you?" his voice was deep and irritable, but rather calm. Her eyes lifted just slightly, now staring at the edges of dark hair that hung an inch or two from his shoulders. Her lack of answer seemed to annoy him further, she co...
