“In order to live in this sad, sad world,
the first and foremost skill you must have,
is to learn,
to live a lie.”
“I’ve changed. I’ve changed, I swear to God.” He puts his hand on her shoulder, a desperate attempt to make her stay.
She turns around, pushing his hand off roughly. The anger in her eyes, it was terrifying. But, was it as terrifying as the person standing right in front of her?
“Changed?” She snorts. “Changed? You? How so?” She rolls her eyes.
“Don’t you see?” He holds onto her arms. “Don’t you see it?”
She pushes him away impatiently. “No, Artemis. No I don’t.” She shoots him her coldest glare, it still was no match for his.
“I’m trying, Holly,” His voice has a hint of desperation in it. “I’m trying so hard, you know how I don’t do any crime anymore, and you know,” He looks her in the eye. “You know how I’ve been donating to charity….right?”
She becomes furious, how could he? Did he think that if the media thought he was a good person, then he was? It was about his image. It was then, and it still is now.
“Oh, Artemis, oh I see.” She uses her index finger to poke his chest, gradually increasing in strength every time.” I see how you, don’t do anything big time, I know how those ‘charities’ are just you cover ups.” Her voice raises gradually, like how the Sun does, and it’s burning harder than Summer. She cringes in disgust at the sight of him.
“Holly… you’ve got it all….” He hesitates.
“Got it all what, Fowl? Got it all what? Wrong, is that so?” She glares daggers at the boy. He dare not breathe. “ I didn’t think so.” She walks away.
He runs forward and embraces her from the back. “No…No…don’t go…Stay…” He whispers. His breathe sending shivers down her back. A lump forms in her throat. No she won’t fall for it, not again. It’s for his sake. It’s for her sake. It’s for their sake. “I’m sorry…” She barely whispers it, before struggling free from his grasp.
He stands there, watching her go. Free of him. Is that what she wants? To be rid of him? Tears trailed down his face gently, like how her smooth, petite hand used to. He wipes them away with the back of his hand.
Lord I’m trying, all I can, to be a better man.
Not my best. Definitely, well, I don’t really like it, to be honest, but ah well.