He doesn't stop her from bending down to pick up her gloves, for brushing off his apologies whether he'd meant them or not (he did, of course, mean them but he understands how empty they feel), for moving past him and not once looking back. She's angry and she has every right to be. He'd fucked up. And now, honestly, he's run out of words. The explanations and excuses (and frankly, the lies) feel less and less like they're doing him any favours and may do more harm than good.
Logically, Nate understands what they both need is a little space, loathe as he is to admit it. (Scared as he is to admit it.) While everything in him is screaming to call back out to Elena, to cling to her and never let go, he stays rooted to his spot until he can't make out the sound of her heels against stone anymore. He has to quell the thought that her leaving him now, in this room, at this party, means she'll leave him forever too.
His mask is off now, his confession made, his secret uncovered, and he leaves it on the surface edge of a large pilaster.
Another breath and then he, too, makes his way out of the building, wanders into the city. He's never been much for parties anyway. ]
(... guilty as charged) — fin ;
He doesn't stop her from bending down to pick up her gloves, for brushing off his apologies whether he'd meant them or not (he did, of course, mean them but he understands how empty they feel), for moving past him and not once looking back. She's angry and she has every right to be. He'd fucked up. And now, honestly, he's run out of words. The explanations and excuses (and frankly, the lies) feel less and less like they're doing him any favours and may do more harm than good.
Logically, Nate understands what they both need is a little space, loathe as he is to admit it. (Scared as he is to admit it.) While everything in him is screaming to call back out to Elena, to cling to her and never let go, he stays rooted to his spot until he can't make out the sound of her heels against stone anymore. He has to quell the thought that her leaving him now, in this room, at this party, means she'll leave him forever too.
His mask is off now, his confession made, his secret uncovered, and he leaves it on the surface edge of a large pilaster.
Another breath and then he, too, makes his way out of the building, wanders into the city. He's never been much for parties anyway. ]