I opened my eyes. Scar was standing over me, he looked hesitant. I wasn't sure what he was waiting for, he needed to leave and find his own spot befor... it was too dark. I said so, and then his face fell. I guess he had been working himself up to say something, but now all we had was a stony silence. He stood watching me for a few moments, and then climbed back over the pinnacle.What was that about? I felt sad. Since the time that the assassin had nearly killed me, my feelings for Scar had grown. I felt and looked a lot younger than I was too, so it didn't seem that big of a difference in my mind, but he looked so boyish and sweet, he looked his age, and I loved every minute of my company with him. He wasn't that well experienced when we met, but he was an eager and willing student in the bedroom and that combined with his stamina was more than good enough for me. He was starting his second semester at college soon, and I thought the break between was a perfect opportunity for us to. Though the more I questioned it the more I realised just how much I had deviated from the previous path we walked, I had pushed him to train harder, to have a competition between us, both of us were far different to our past selves and now it seems I’m paying the price for my interference. “What happened?” I asked firmly, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks but I wasn’t sad or grieving, I was angry. This was my fault, my interference. “Officers were in pursuit of a stolen vehicle. The thief. "Shut up, Susan" Tim snapped again. "You really have nothing to say that I want to hear. Don't even try to lie to me again. That won't work anymore. I've already moved most of my stuff out. I'll make arrangements for the rest of my belongings. You recognize that there really isn't much of mine here. Almost everything "we" purchased during the past few years were things that you decided that we needed. I hope that those things will comfort you. I also suggest that you find an attorney. The.