Chapter 6: Charlotte's past
Mason hefted his bag of provisions over his shoulder, and walked slowly out the door. He walked slowly, but making good time. Why? She didn't have to help me. I only helped her, because i don't see whats so bad about her. Shes a nice person. In fact, i think i heard my uncle Mason mention like her mom ou something... but why did she save me? The mob group is all but completely insane, but i know all they wanted was info about my dad. toi can get that from just about anybody around here. But... Mason stopped in front of the hideout, and looked around carefully, before h shoved the boxes out of the way, and entered the shadowed room. He shut the latch, and walked confidently around in the blackness. He stumbled over to where the candle should have been, and lit it. He held it with two fingers, and surveyed the room, until he found the narrow hallway. He silently placed his bag on the floor, and followed along the wall, until he came to a room. He noticed that the door was slightly open, and a faint glow was coming form inside. He pushed the door open, and found charlotte lire an old Alchemy book. Mason set the candle down on the desk, and charlotte looked up.
"Hey. toi came." Mason smiled at her. She was a little different form before. Somehow, more... mellow? She wasn't tense, ou afraid of being recognized.
"I brought some food, and drinks, since the plumbing here doesn't work anymore. I also brought your other clothes, and few other pair i thought would suit you." He handed her the other bag he'd been carrying the whole way, and she looked inside it. She smiled at him again.
"Thanks. So, what did toi want to know?" She said, sounding reluctant. Mason noticed that she was sweating. He sat back in his chair, and folded his hands behind his head.
"Nothing." charlotte just stared at him, shocked. People usually want to know EVERYTHING about me... but nothing? Mason sat vers l'avant, vers l’avant slightly, and smiled again, and held his head up, looking at the ceiling.
"Nothing? Why" charlotte asked, sounding confused.
Mason looked at her with serious eyes.
"You don't have to tell me anything until you're ready. I wont force it out of you."
charlotte was shocked. She didn't expect him to say that, nor did she expect what was about to happen next.
Mason hefted his bag of provisions over his shoulder, and walked slowly out the door. He walked slowly, but making good time. Why? She didn't have to help me. I only helped her, because i don't see whats so bad about her. Shes a nice person. In fact, i think i heard my uncle Mason mention like her mom ou something... but why did she save me? The mob group is all but completely insane, but i know all they wanted was info about my dad. toi can get that from just about anybody around here. But... Mason stopped in front of the hideout, and looked around carefully, before h shoved the boxes out of the way, and entered the shadowed room. He shut the latch, and walked confidently around in the blackness. He stumbled over to where the candle should have been, and lit it. He held it with two fingers, and surveyed the room, until he found the narrow hallway. He silently placed his bag on the floor, and followed along the wall, until he came to a room. He noticed that the door was slightly open, and a faint glow was coming form inside. He pushed the door open, and found charlotte lire an old Alchemy book. Mason set the candle down on the desk, and charlotte looked up.
"Hey. toi came." Mason smiled at her. She was a little different form before. Somehow, more... mellow? She wasn't tense, ou afraid of being recognized.
"I brought some food, and drinks, since the plumbing here doesn't work anymore. I also brought your other clothes, and few other pair i thought would suit you." He handed her the other bag he'd been carrying the whole way, and she looked inside it. She smiled at him again.
"Thanks. So, what did toi want to know?" She said, sounding reluctant. Mason noticed that she was sweating. He sat back in his chair, and folded his hands behind his head.
"Nothing." charlotte just stared at him, shocked. People usually want to know EVERYTHING about me... but nothing? Mason sat vers l'avant, vers l’avant slightly, and smiled again, and held his head up, looking at the ceiling.
"Nothing? Why" charlotte asked, sounding confused.
Mason looked at her with serious eyes.
"You don't have to tell me anything until you're ready. I wont force it out of you."
charlotte was shocked. She didn't expect him to say that, nor did she expect what was about to happen next.
She had come for me...
When he suffers the consequences and loses everything he holds dear, she will give all she has to offer.
When he can't stand on his own, she will teach him how to walk again.
When he burns down the past in the name of making a future, she will salvage the memories worth keeping.
When he has no accueil and no light to pierce the darkness, she will provide hers.
When he leaves, she will wait for his return.
When he wavers, she will hold him steady.
When he struggles with demons, she will fight with him.
When he won't listen to reason, she will knock some sense into him.
When he breaks, she will fix it and forge it stronger.
When he refuses to cry, she will wash his pain in her own tears.
When he cannot l’amour himself, she will.
And when he finally conquers the odds, she will be there to say:
"Idiot. Welcome home."
And when he offers her half his life, she will give him ALL of hers. Because true love can't be bound by the laws of Equivalent Exchange. <3 God, I love this couple...
