The One Addicted(139)

He sips his black coffee, bought from the hospital cafe and considers the situation carefully. It had never been his intention for her to be in so much pain, but true love meant making sacrifices - didn’t it? She’d heal in time and he’d be waiting on standby to make his move and be her rebound guy.

 His hand squeezes the paper cup tighter as he sees Lucia kiss Silver. “How can you kiss the man that didn’t protect your baby? Surely this proves to you that you are not right together, Lucia? Someone is trying to tell you something - for fuck’s sake, it’s staring you in the face. YOU’RE NOT MEANT TO BE TOGETHER….” The cup cracks under the pressure of his strength and the lid pops off, slopping the remnants of hot coffee on to his wrist. “Ahh, now look what you’ve made me do, you bitch!”

Calm, keep calm!

He fumbles in his pocket for a tissue and locates one, mopping at his hand and cuff before throwing it in the nearby wastepaper bin. Putting his hand back inside his pocket he feels a key - warm, smooth, metal so familiar and exciting his adrenaline kicks in at the mere touch of it - Lucia’s house key. He really needed to return it to his friend, but perhaps whilst Lucia was in the hospital it wouldn’t harm anyone to pay her bedroom another visit and check those cameras. Taking one last look in her direction, he smiles into the darkness.

“Now, I’m going to have to go get another coffee, but don’t you worry, I’ll be back soon - don’t miss me too much. I will always be with you, Lucia. Always watching, from afar. Soon we’ll be together as we should - as it is only right. You won’t get away from me like the last one did - you and I are meant for one another.”