Sitting in the dinning table, I stare at the meal in front of me as I run a million different things through my head. And at the forefront of these thoughts, is Darius. How...how I wish I could be with him during these two days.
Dammit.
Pulling out of my thoughts, is the opening of the door besides me. I don't have to look to know who it was that came through. I had already sensed him, smelt him.
Darius hesitates for a moment once he comes in, I feel his gaze on my skin. But it doesn't stay there long, as he turns away and walks toward Malcom who is seated on the sofa in the middle of the room.
'Malcom,' Darius says to him through a Neuropath. His voice is weak and somber, which raises a pit in my stomach as to why. 'I need to talk to her.'
'I understand.' Malcom says. Following that, he rises and makes his way toward and out the door. Leaving me and Darius alone.