Summary: What happens when to two people on the opposite side of the law fall in love. BekaRosto
Disclaimer: I am not Pierce and do not claim ownership for any of her work or characters.
AN: I am perfectly aware of the fact that this is not written with Lower City diction. I tried and I failed (miserably) so I'm going to write it how I normally write. I would like to write it the same way TP did, so if you guys want to help out (mostly with dialogue) that would be great.
"Keep away from her."
"Why, are you jealous?" He countered.
I felt heat flood my cheeks. "Of course not," I snapped. "But she's done you no harm so leave her be."
Rosto's obsidian eyes bore into my own. "What if I don't want to?"
The challenge was evident in his words. What could I do about it? My shoulders tensed.
How did he do that? What was it about the damn Piper that always made me feel so vulnerable? He somehow managed to strip away every single one of my defenses, leaving me bare and naked before him.
"She'll get hurt." Oh, I knew it to well. The feeling as if your heart was shredded within your very chest. As if someone had dumped a pitcher of cold water on you, the bitterness seeping down to your bones, and yet, never going away. I knew it well.
"Not if I don't want her to."
"When your done with her, you'll leave her aside and move on."
"No, that was only you. She interests me."
"Interest isn't love."
"We're not all lucky enough to be blessed with love."
I felt a searing knife pierce my chest. My mind fluttered to summer nights, wrapped in thin sheets, breathing in time and exchanging sweet murmurs.
The smallest flicker of emotion crosses his alabaster face. He raised his hand, as if to touch my face, but then dropped his quickly.
"Let it go, Beka."
"I won't...I can't."
"Why are you so stubborn!?" His frustration was evident. It made the scars on his face stand out.
Pearl against cream.
I remember running my hands over those scars, along his face, arms, back. I memorized every one with my hands.
"Because I can be." Because I had to be. That was how I made my way through the world. By sticking to what I believed in and never letting go.
"Beka." He looked resigned now. As if the energy had been drained from him. As if he was tired of fighting. I knew how that felt. I to was tired.
"I had to think of my people." This time he spoke in a hoarse whisper.
Of course he did. I knew that. Just as well as I knew that I had to look after my own. We knew it might not work out. We knew it well. And yet we still tried. Making us twice the fools.
"Is that your excuse?" My words were like chips of ice, flying through the air, aimed straight for his throat.
"You know I didn't want it to end the way it did. I'm sorry."
Before I could open my mouth to reply, he was there, pressing me against the merciless cold of the stone walls. His face was close enough to mine so that I could feel his warm breath on my cheek.
"I love you. And I am really, truly sorry."
"Of course you are. You always are."
AN: I apologize for spelling errors. I was in a rush to get this out so I didn't proof read as much as I should have. If it's too terrible, I'll replace it. Reviews are highly appreciated and if you review for me, I'll review for you.