[So he's watching Claire walk up the aisle with someone else.
It was a foregone conclusion, really. The situation they had set up took too much patience on his part, too much control, and it was hard to keep up a relationship (especially with the girl's family) once you'd accidentally burned down their house. It had been a genuine accident, one of the uncontrollable surges of power that he'd often had as a young teen, but how was anyone to know that? He'd proven in his past that he'd just as happily set a stranger on fire if provoked.
For awhile he'd taken back to the streets, become something close to an animal in his anger and grief, but eventually he'd cleaned himself up and presented himself to her as a friend. That's when he found out about the wedding, and (clenching the lighter in his pocket) said he'd never come. But here he is in a back pew, dangerously quiet and trying to resist the urge to fry the guy standing beside the altar, when a note is brought to the front of the building and whispers break out like a virus. Claire's not coming. She's gone. She's backed out.
He's up like a shot, sprinting to the back entrance of the building and bowling through the door just in time to see her, in her beautiful white dress and veil, with one leg in the backseat of a cab.]
Claire. [She leans into the cab, and he calls out loudly, almost frantically.] Claire!
12, slightly manipulated.
It was a foregone conclusion, really. The situation they had set up took too much patience on his part, too much control, and it was hard to keep up a relationship (especially with the girl's family) once you'd accidentally burned down their house. It had been a genuine accident, one of the uncontrollable surges of power that he'd often had as a young teen, but how was anyone to know that? He'd proven in his past that he'd just as happily set a stranger on fire if provoked.
For awhile he'd taken back to the streets, become something close to an animal in his anger and grief, but eventually he'd cleaned himself up and presented himself to her as a friend. That's when he found out about the wedding, and (clenching the lighter in his pocket) said he'd never come. But here he is in a back pew, dangerously quiet and trying to resist the urge to fry the guy standing beside the altar, when a note is brought to the front of the building and whispers break out like a virus. Claire's not coming. She's gone. She's backed out.
He's up like a shot, sprinting to the back entrance of the building and bowling through the door just in time to see her, in her beautiful white dress and veil, with one leg in the backseat of a cab.]
Claire. [She leans into the cab, and he calls out loudly, almost frantically.] Claire!