Charon Docks At Daylight by ZoeReed

Author:ZoeReed [ZoeReed]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-07-22T20:02:58+00:00

On The Cusp

Do I Wanna Know? by Arctic Monkeys

On the Cusp

Echo

With a frustrated groan I tossed the rag-wrapped ball of snow I was holding to the floor. I'd hardly slept all night because of the fiery throbbing in my cheek – the side I'd been hit on was the side I liked to sleep on. Holding ice to it helped the pain, but it was nearly impossible to doze off while keeping it in place. It was morning now, and lying down was getting exhausting, so I pushed myself up. Genevieve was still asleep, and attempting not to wake her I quietly eased my feet into my boots. I managed to slip out of the tent unnoticed with my makeshift icepack in hand, so I strode in a random direction, focusing on the sounds and smells of the waking camp in order to get my mind off the coldness against my cheek.

I kept wandering, shifting hands every couple minutes when my arm got tired of being held up, until eventually I found myself at the motor pool. At first it appeared there was no one around, but upon a closer inspection I spotted Garcia near a vehicle, working on the flat metal side of it. I stood watching him from a distance for a minute, debating whether or not I should even go over. He'd been Kellan's battle buddy for years, and the last thing I needed was more trouble. But I'd always liked Garcia, and part of me felt like after yesterday I should say something to him.

"Hey," I greeted timidly when I reached him, dropping the icepack from my face. Once I saw what he was actually doing over here, I was glad I'd come over. He was painting something onto the side of the vehicle. I'd never known he was an artist.

He knew by my voice that it was me without having to look away, so he dipped his thick brush into the can of red paint and continued filling in the large American flag. "Hi." I wasn't really sure what to say to him now, and after a minute of me just standing there he asked quietly, "You need something?"

"Genevieve said you're changing platoons," I observed, repeating something she'd told me last night. Garcia simply nodded, so I added remorsefully, "I'm sorry."

He was silent while he carefully traced a curved line of the waving flag, and then he replied flatly, "No you're not."

He was kind of right. I still felt guilty, but I didn't regret it anymore. I did what I thought I had to do. "For your loss, I am."

Finished with the flag he set the can down, finally turning around to look at me. It was the first time he'd seen me since yesterday, and when he caught sight of the swollen wound in my cheek his eyes widened a bit, and his mouth turned down almost sympathetically. "Kellan was a good friend," he admitted with a light shrug, "But we all saw the way he was with you.

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