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Donovan Rookwood ([info]impulse) wrote in [info]valesco,
His fingers curled into a tight fist and flexed as his hand dropped down at his side, the skin at his wrist where her hand had been felt like it had just been burned as he so desperately tried not to let that 17 year old wounded boy take over the conversation. He had forgotten about that pathetic soul for such a long time, and now, now, when Jonas was so seriously injured and his entire world was already flipped upside down because he still hadn’t woken up – he wasn’t pulling through, he wasn’t getting better - that was when she had to come back into his life. True, she was the reason he now had a fighting chance, but…why did it have to be her? Why couldn’t someone else have been there to save him?

And then she had to keep talking, his eyes narrowing at her before he finally leaned in towards her to make his next point.

“I don’t want you to say a damn thing.”

The words were practically spat at her, straightening up as he controlled his breathing, which was heavier now because of his mood.

“You had 5 years to say something, anything, and you didn’t. I didn’t even know you were gone until I went to see you and you just weren’t there. Your parents had to tell me you had already left – you couldn’t even say good-bye, so why would I want to hear anything you have to say now?”

He turned, thinking he was done before he had to turn around again to continue – now that the dam had been broken, it wouldn’t be too much longer before everything came rushing through, and he didn’t want it to.

“I would have loved thinking you were still gone, Danielle – I would have loved not having to be told that one of my best mates was in your ‘good hands’, because I would love for him to not be here at all. I don’t know what I would have said, if you had tried to contact me when you finally decided to come back – you’re right in assuming I wouldn’t want to talk to you, but you know I would have. If you think that you springing your sudden reappearance on me is why I’m angry right now, you’ve really gone round the fucking bend.” He paused, his head shaking. “It’s never what you do, Danni…it’s always how you do it.”


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