#tdcnatalie

Casey thought that being in love with Natalie was one of the best thing that had ever happened to her, and in all honesty, it had been. Natalie helped her get better, Natalie showed her how to love, Natalie made her think before acting and honestly, Casey could have seen herself with this girl for the rest of her life, and there she would have been happy but this.. this wasn't love. The hiding, the sneaking, the pretending just to be friends when all Casey wanted to do was sweep the other girl off her feet and carry her away into the sunset.. it wasn't warm anymore. It wasn't right. She knew that Natalie deserved better than her and if that meant breaking off...whatever this was then so be it. 

Walking up to the girl, Casey pulling her into a hug, not bothering to explain the thoughts behind her actions. No, not tonight. It lasted a bit longer than it should have, Casey's hold on the other girl tight and desperate as she soaked up as much of whatever love was left before she broke away from the girl, leaning up and pressing her lips against Natalie's.

The trail of tears cried too long ago burned onto her face in a desperate act of defiance. She had tried so hard not to cry, tried so hard not to think or breathe or move. But it was too late. 

I'll give you a hint, it's me.

Flynn raced through the Circus as fast as he could with the condition he was in, not yet properly healed. Sprinting to his bike he hopped on and hit the rode, glad to be back on his baby, but not pleased at all with why he needed to leave the Circus. 

He rode with the fierceness as if demons were on his tail to the hospital. please don't be dead, Nat. was all that was going through his head. He swirved his bike into the parking lot at the Hospital and rushed in, blowing passed reception, hearing  'Mr Richards, you can't go in there!' from the receptionist behind him who had only just checked him out a few days ago, so would still remember him.

Flynn almost ran down the halls, searching for Nat, until he came across a room with the door ajar, and there lying in the bed was Nat, her golden hair out of her face, and not as silky as usual, her face drained of colour and her body seeming weak and fragile with bandages near all major arteries

"Nat?" he walked to her, speaking gently not to startle her, relieved that she was alive "Nat?" he took her hand, smiling a bit when she looked at  him, rubbing his thumb over the back of her hand "Hey" was all he managed to say

Hey Cas

i'm on the road for a few days, try and stay out of trouble, and out of Natalie's Pants, that's my job. I'll be back soon. We'll meet up then!

Hey Nat, 

i'm going on the road for a few days, there's some things i need to take care of, keep safe for me, i'll miss you, but i'll be back soon. i promise, i'll even bring you back something from the road.

love you

Flynn arrived at Natalie's apartment at Seven. he was in his suit and held a rose for her. he knocked on her door. when she answered he smiled at her "You look lovely" he gave her the rose "This is for you, but now i feel i should have gotten a bouquet" he smiled "Shall we?"

It was still quite dark; the day hasn't even really started yet; when Zachariah stopped his bike not far away from the apartments; or at least not far away from the apartment he wanted to go to. He dropped his helmet on the ground; not caring the least that some stones probably scratched into it. By now his helmet looked awful anyway, so did his motorcycle and so did he. His body was covered in bruises and scratches and with every move he made he could feel it. Not the pain, but the impact of the injuries: He was getting weak. 

He could barely move his arm after throwing the swing away, he was supposed to wear another week and he could feel how his leg started to get more and more stiff and heavy with each step. He was good though in hiding these things; just as good as he was in hiding the cuts and bruises on his chest and arms and legs. The only thing he could barely hide was the cut over his left eyebrow; it didn't stop him from trying though. And in the end there was - almost - no way to see that he had a few accidents while he was gone. 

He pushed his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket and looked at the moon for a moment, thinking of his trip and the reasons why he went on it. To be honest he wasn't completely sure anymore what the reason had been in the end. If it was his anger or the fact that he had kissed Natalie. Zachariah shook his head, leaving that thought behind, and with a sigh he walked into the right direction. Not to his apartment; even though that would surely be the better idea according his injuries; he walked straight to Natalie. He would've stayed away for another week or even longer if the news didn't tell him what day it was. Monday the 26th; August. Natalie's birthday and probably the only thing that would've get him back to the Circus so early.