Hiding From the Unknown

CALLISTO

Walk | Talk | Think

She heard nothing more to suggest that Max had finally left her, which meant he must have been somewhere just outside the den either waiting for her to emerge or waiting for some sort of response back. Still she could think of nothing to say that might remedy things, that might turn the whole fiasco she had ended a part of into something comfortable again. How could she even dare to look at him knowing that when he looked at her he did so with longing? That there was a part of him that wanted her, even in some way entirely different than Lel had? It made her skin crawl just to think about it, made her heart speed up anxiously. No, this was nothing that she wanted. She had only wanted to come back to the familiar, the comfortable, and instead her troubles had followed her home and destroyed the one sanctuary she had had in the world.

The silence was broken by another pathetic growl from the once-healer from wherever he had gone outside the den, but Callisto refused even now to turn and face him. She stayed in her place, curled up in the very back corner of her den, her back to the den entrance and her gaze pointedly kept away from that opening. But her ears listened, heard the sounds of him out there, as if he was waiting for something from her. "I don't know what you're waiting for," she called out to him, praying that her voice sounded steadier than she felt. At least she no longer felt hungry, though she would have taken that over the sickening feeling that had settled in its place. This was all not sitting well with her, and she did not know how to turn the situation around to make it better.

Image by Maka.