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Empty Hotel
Luke looks at her,"We'll see." He looked upset, hair ruffles, clothes disheveled, eyes red. When Cyra jolts awaken he stands quickly. He takes a step forward. "Cyra?" He asks quietly.
“Good morning sleeping beauty.” She says groggily and gives a weak smile,”You know, having zombie poison in your blood is not fun. How bout next time we stick to doing fun things.”
He doesn't smile. "I bet it's not." He said, putting on his colder voice. He went back over to the chair and sat down. How could she have the audacity to say that, he thought.
“Hey, I’m sorry for almost dying you,” she said sincerely. “I know you’re upset, next ill be more careful, I promise.”
Luke sat back in his chair. "You did almost die on me." He said finally. "I need you to be more careful."((kaz and inej!!!!)))
“I will be, I promise.” She try’s to get out of bed but as soon as she try’s to stand on her own her legs give way and she falls face first.
Luke rushed over and helped her up, holding her arms. "Starting now." He said softly. He placed her on the bed, sitting on the edge.
She try’s to laugh but it comes out weak,” Good idea. Now, where is that girl?”
"She was just in here." Luke told her stepping back and smoothing his shirt. He leaned against the wall, arms crossed.
“Who are you?” Cyra asks.
Luke waits for Violet to explain herself.
“It’s a simple question. Who. Are. You.” Cyras starting to get annoyed, as much as she hates people who talk to much, she dislikes it even more when they don’t talk at all.
((It’s ok))“I’m Cyra,” Cyra slides her legs so there dangling over the edge of the bed but doesn’t get up.
Luke walks out of the room and goes to his. He sees that his shirt has her blood on it and he pulls it off. Throwing in a new one he sat on his bed, playing with the sting bracelets that encircled his wrists.
“It is nice to meet me isn’t it.” Cyra says with a grin. Once she see’s Luke leave she carefully pushes herself onto her feel and walks out of the room. “Follow me, I’ll get you something to eat.”
Cyra carefully makes her way down the stairs using the railing for support and heads into the song area. “Foods I’m the bind over there.” She points.
Luke heard them pass his door, but he couldn't muster the strength to follow them. Memories just kept flooding back.
“I’ll be right back I’m gonna go make sure Luke’s ok.” Cyra headed back up the stairs using the railing less this time, and into Luke’s room.
Luke looked up startled when his door opened quickly.
“Hey, you ok?” She asks.
"Yeah, yeah." He said standing to face her.
“No, you are not.” She grabbed his arm and set him back down on the bed, pulling a chair up to sit in front of him. “Talk, and if you don’t talk, I will make you.”
"I don't want to talk to you." He said narrowing his eyes, and looking directly into hers.
“I don’t care if you don’t want to talk to me you are going to because you have a bundle of emotions inside you that is holding you back from everything that you do. If you don’t want to talk then fine, write it in a journal or diary. I don’t care. All I want is for you to realize you aren’t alone anymore, ok? And I know we’ve only known each other for 2 days but that doesn’t mean that where not friends, or that I don’t care about you.” Cyra gets up and starts to walk out of his room.
"My emotions are what helps me. I was still in the process of sorting you and then you decide to go and get yourself cut up by a zombie. It threw me off more than expected, so just keep yourself and us safe and leave my emotions alone." He said, standing again, his eyes scathingly angry.
“Luke, I wasn’t trying to be rude. All you had to say was that and I would’ve left you alone ok?” She speaks calmly and quietly, with a sad look in her eyes. “I’m going to go to bed. The girls in the dining area.” She walks out of the room and into hers. As soon as she’s in she begins to cry. “I can’t do this any more,” she mutters to herself,”I can’t lose anyone else.”
((K, bye!))Cyra crumpled to her knees and leans against her door.
((the poor babies!))Luke stared at her absence for a moment and then rushed out of his room, down the stairs and out into the courtyard. He grabs bottles and places them on the fence. One at a time, he picked them off. By the end, his chest was heaving so hard, he had to sit down and silent sobs racked him.
Cyra herd glass smashing and quickly wiped her face of and ran down to the lower level where she spotted Luke crying.
He cupped his face in his hands and dropped his pistol. He finally managed to pull himself together after a few moments and he rubbed his eyes.
Cyra walks up to him and hugs him, hoping he will hug her back.
Luke flinched at first, startled by the action. After a moment he wraps his arms around her and hugs her back.
“I’m sorry,” Cyra says as tears start to run down her cheeks,”I just can’t lose anyone else.” She hurts her head into his shoulder and cry’s out all the tears she had left.
"I wasn't going anywhere Cyra." Luke told her, holding her until her tears were gone.
“I know it’s just- my family didn’t turn into zombies, well my parents did but my brothers didn’t. My brothers left me on the side of the road with nothing, not even a jacket.” She doesn’t want to burden this information on Luke but the words just keep on coming out of her mouth.”I had to do everything on my own. Find my own clothes, own food, own shelter, at the age of 8. And the only 2 times I actually ran into people, they wanted to steal stuff from.”
((sorry, I was riding horses back to back))"I told you. I don't steal. I don't lie. I do everything in the interest of survival, except for coming with you. I had to kill my parents, my sister and my first love. I know exactly how you feel." He said the last part softly, he felt grateful that she had shared it with him, confided in him.
“I know you won’t,” she said and stepped back,”I just can’t do the whole being alone thing again, the whole abandonment. I won’t- can’t survive it again.”
"I wasn't planning on leaving either Cyra." He told her softly.
“That’s just it, I didn’t know that you weren’t.” She says,”I can never be sure about any of that sort of stuff anymore.”
"Why would I leave you? I have everything I need right here." He told her, furrowing his eyebrows.
“I never know why people leave, they just always do. No matter how hard I try to keep them in my life they always leave me.” She turns away from him, embarrassed for admiring so much to someone she barely knows.
"If they left, they weren't really there in the first place. I promise I won't leave you." He said as she turned from him.
“Promises mean nothing if you can’t keep them.” She says.
"I don't tell lies." He told her sternly and calmly. "I'm not leaving you."
“I guess I’ll have to keep you to that promise.” She says and turns back forwards him.
Luke nodded and began to walk past her into the hotel. He patted her on the should with a small smile.
Cyra walked out and got into the car, deciding to go for a drive.
Luke walked back to his room and collapsed into the bed, he took his much needed sleep. While he dreamt he thought of Cyra, and how he would never, ever break his promise.
After about an hour of driving Cyra drove back to the hotel and walked up and into the dining room to check on there new guest.
Cyra jolts awake drenched in sweat.