Sixty-Three (Danny); Starlight.
Fuck. Could I have been any more blatant than I was just then?! God, Amy's going to think I'm some kind of lovesick fool... Maybe I am... But that's beside the point!! And 'love' is still too alien a word for me to use. God... This is insane! I should have left Roth to deal with her... Should have let him take her back to her hotel room instead of insisting I did... What was I thinking? I wasn't thinking straight, that's for damn sure!
Shaking my head hard at my inherent stupidity I stalk down the street. A walk is what I need to try and cleanse my head, my thoughts. Sitting with Amy whilst she was unconscious was both heaven and hell. Torture and peace. Stroking her cheek, whispering nothings to her to comfort her... Damn her to hell! Why does she have this effect on me?! Why do I get so protective when I'm around her?! And why can I only be like that when she's unconscious? When she can't hear me telling her what she means to me?
I sigh and shake my head again. Guess it's because I'm not exactly sure what she feels for me. If anything. I snort bitterly; no use confessing my undying love for her if she in turn is wildly in love with Tim Roth now, is it? Guess as long as she's happy... No. No I am not going down that road! I want her. Mine. I want to be able to say that without the fear of the consequences, without the fear that perhaps one day my words will end up destroying her. I need her.
I exit the alley-way I was walking and pull up short as I feel a sharp pain on the back of my skull. Lights explode in front of my eyes, and I don't even realise I'm falling until I hit the floor.
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