#impudenter

He would be happy for Matt finding someone if the woman he was with didn’t come off ... what’s the word Danny’s looking for?  He’s not sure he can find the right one, or there is just too many to choose from and he’s at a loss of which to pick. 

It’s not that she’s a news anchor that seems to put Danny on edge even though sometimes he wonders just how honest the media can be - it’s just the fact that there is something about her that makes him uncertain. 

"I’m not saying I don’t like her, I’m just finding it hard to trust her.”  which he’s sure his best friend doesn’t want to hear.  “But you do, that’s what matters.” Danny says trying to steer the conversation to some place lighter, but the fact still stands. 

Lin brought her brow up curiously as she looks to Matt. They’ve been on a rocky road but she wants to forgive him. It’s hard but she’s getting there - she just needs to remind herself that there are boundaries now. Even after his trip to the hospital, everything that happened she wants to be there for him every step of the way. But she doesn’t want to be overbearing, she doesn’t want to drive him off. So she forces herself to keep her distance. 

Even know at this gathering Danny is having. But as they are off away from the crowd he speaks to her and her expression is pure confusion. 

“About what, exactly..?” she finally brings herself to ask. 

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It’s not like she hasn’t given her heart to someone before. But never has it ever hurt this much to hear the words that it’s over. Perhaps because they lacked a kindness the others in her past have held. Instead they were filled with animosity, his declaration of not feeling the same for her. That she was nothing more than a play thing to fill his time.

At work, with friends, in public she can easily play the part - the part of her heart not hurting in the slightest. She can laugh and smile as though he’s right ; what they had was nothing. She’s a master actress making anyone believe that she’s over it so fast. There is no second guessing behind anyone’s statements of her seeming so well. 

She blocks it all out . Anything she feels for him is behind a wall built of the sturdiest of stones. 

When Aislin is at home, her bag dropped at the door and her shoes are off ready to wind down for the night and out of sight of everyone that’s when everything changes. 

Her wine glass barely touched - her favorite brand and blend sitting under darkness as she sits on her sofa, her legs tucked under her as though she’s hugging herself. Her head rests on her knees as she stares off the replay of everything in her mind.

Like a movie it plays out the good and the bad. She clutches herself tighter, bringing her face down against her knees. 

Aislin doesn’t cry for anyone - let alone a man who went from being the one to make her happy to the one that took her heart and shattered it. But as she wonders if he’s feeling how she’s feeling or if he’s out there doing whatever with whoever it hits her. In the gut, in the heart and it hurts. It’s a kind of pain she wouldn’t wish on her worst enemy. 

When she thinks to grab the glass she instead just holds herself tighter, lifting her head only to use the sleeve of her shirt to wipe the tears away. Her tongue to her lips tasting the salty tears that fall when no one else is looking. 

It’s not every day you’d find the one you’d walk through fire for and she thought maybe this was going to be the real deal. The once in a life time love that you don’t find again no matter how hard you try or how many miles you travel. 

Instead, it’s the love that leaves you hurting when you breathe.  And what makes it worse, she wonders if it was even love at all. 

Hawaii has been a better opportunity for Taylor in her career, something she’s wanted to do since she was a young girl.  Now she’s doing more than traffic, she’s actually making news that matters. A great dislike for things left unsolved, Taylor makes it a point to always get a wrap up to the stories she reports. 

In covering one of the stories of a crime in the richer parts of the island and that is where she met Matt. She didn’t expect anything from it, but he’s charming and he has gorgeous eyes, plus a smile that can make any woman weak in the knees. 

But the fact that he’s a detective makes for interesting, too. The stories she gets to hear, his inside knowledge of stories ... She is happiest when the stories are wrapped up.

“ That fully depends - Matt.” she says cleaning up their dishes after having a nice home-made meal. “ Are you asking me because you genuneliny want to know, or do you want something ? I have sisters, I know how that question works.” she lifts her fingers but she smiles, walking over and wrapping her arms around him, sitting herself in his lap.

“So, which is it?” 

There are just some facts and things of which April is certain - That God always has a plan even if she doesn’t understand it, that the world can come crashing down any minute but it will not stop turning, and that love is a very strange concept, emotion, and thing to act on. 

When Matt came into her life it wasn’t one of those movie meet-cutes, it was chaos that even a tornado couldn’t compare. Ups and downs more than a rollercoaster and the two of them sometimes unable to reach understandings. But in there were the ultimate moments of peace. Of laughter and smiles, jokes and feeling like she was standing on solid ground. ( Which, in her profession, in her world felt like it was often hard to come by. And after the disaster of her first marriage..)

There was something about him that sparked something in her. It didn’t make sense on paper no matter how the math was done - but what she knew is how she felt and how she feels because of him. Sometimes it’s madness and sometimes it’s pleasure. isn’t that what love is? Two sides of the same coin? 

April looks up at Matt with a soft expression but seeming stern with her head tilted to the side. “I think you’re wrong - those were...pretty perfect.” she chuckles lightly, moving her hands gentle to his face. “You’re are right, too, though, the rhyme scheme was off.” another chuckle follows. And she kisses him.

“No matter what , how rocky the road gets which let’s face it, Matt, we’ve been driving a road filled with pot-holes and deep dips for awhile, but I do. I do want you.” 

It was after a good number of glasses of wine, a shot or two of tequila or maybe something else, but with the power of liquid courage in her veins April would stumble toward the machine, put in her number of choice before pointing to Matt, announcing that this song is dedicated to him, and she proceeds to belt out a classic ...

This classic !! 

“ Nobody will catch us, it’s fine.”

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