We all deserve closure [TW, CW]

Even though she had been raising her voice more and more throughout the conversation, he was still shocked by her shouting. He watched how she seemed eager to leave and he didn’t know if it would be stupid to let her go alone, follow her or convince her to stay.
When she turned around and approached the door, he had no control of his legs. He hurried to the door and tried to keep it shut, standing somewhat next to her and behind her. “Please don’t leave,” he begged, once again with a voice which seemed to be breaking.

She forced the door open and ran. He was like frozen and just watched how she ran away. When he couldn’t see her anymore he closed the door before he felt the tears run silently down his cheeks. He hit the door and screamed at it, feeling how his heart was being torn apart. It took him a moment before he aggressively dried his tears and turned to the food on the ground. He started cleaning it up, throwing it out and washed the wall and all the spots filled with soda splashes. He cooked one of her favorite meals and placed it on a plate with a fork and knife next to it, ready to eat. He did the dishes, finished the laundry and vacuumed the whole house. He took a bath, to clean of any scent of Noa that might’ve caught Letha’s senses and when he had spit out the foam from his toothpaste, he looked in the mirror. He saw a young man who did everything he could to make things right, but no matter what, people seemed to get hurt. He hated it and punched his own reflection causing him to bleed. He cursed and did his best to stop the bleeding and make sure there was no splinters in his hand. When the bleeding had finally stopped, and his hand was bandaged, he started to clean the bathroom so no blood would be left, and no one would cut themselves on the mirror pieces. When every corner of the house seemed to be cleaned and corrected, he started to text Letha. He texted her that he would be sleeping in the guestroom so she could have their bed. He texted her, that food was ready, but he would put it in the fridge for her to reheat when she came home. He texted her, that he hoped that she would be back soon enough to figure everything out.


Killian had just turned of the computer, finished his work for the day when the phone rang. He looked at it, wondering who it was not recognizing the phone number. He watched it for a short moment before he picked it up. “Killian Jones,” he presented himself and waited for a reply. He was just about to scold the caller for making prank calls this late at night when he heard her voice. I need help. He looked up from his table to see that the door to the bedroom was closed. His wife was sleeping. “Just a moment,” he replied. He got up from his stool, still with her on the phone. He went to his shelves which were completely filled. He found a lever arch file folder and a briefcase. He opened the briefcase which contained anything he needed for a teleportation. The lever arch file folder contained some kind of DNA from everyone he knew, this specific one contained the L. A. people. It didn’t take him long to find Letha Aetos and with a quick mix and a few hand movements he appeared in what seemed to be a forest. The briefcase fell to the ground and he started to approach the smell of blood. As soon as he saw her, pulled a soft smile, that should tell her that he was sorry for whatever had happened. He kneeled down next to her and pulled out a handkerchief, “Darling…” he handed it to her, but if it seemed like she wasn’t able to do it herself, he’d gently start to remove the blood from her face.

She looked so miserable, sitting there. It had been so many years since he had last seen her, and she hadn’t aged a day – neither had he for that matter. “That’s alright,” he replied with a soft voice as usual. Her cold fingers wrapped around his, to keep him from cleaning up the rest. His blue eyes locked with hers as she spoke, he pulled a greater smile. He could arrange a bath. She closed her eyes, holding his hand. His concentration was mostly at Letha, even though he created an illusion of a bathroom that she could enter when she was ready. She got up, and he followed just a second later. Even though it was dark, he could see how her shit was discolored and that a deer laid nearby, dead.
“Look at me,” he said very calmly, waiting for her to look at him, before he would create the illusion of the deer being gone and all of her being clean. “You can use the bath if you want,” he suggested with his deep soothing voice. Maybe the illusion might not work for real, but the fact that she had somewhere to go, and that he could use a spell to great a small rain cloud above her would hopefully help her to feel better.

A soft chuckle left him as she joked about him wanting her to get naked, “Maybe another day,” he joked back – or did he? Letha was after all a very pretty woman with freckles and big blue eyes. How could one not like her? Well, of course if you forgot the fact that she was bathed in blood when he arrived, it would help – but many years ago, he had been bathing in blood monthly, as a part of a ritual in the coven. He didn’t blame her, even if it had been her loosing control. We could all lose control occasionally.
He gave a short chuckle as she said she would like the real thing, “Alright,” he said letting her have her way and let the bathroom disappear. He could see that she was looking for something, was it the deer? Probably not.
His eyes locked with hers as she asked where they were. As if he already knew the question, he pulled out his phone and opened the navigator. “We’re close to the academy,” he replied, “Aston is not that far away, if you wish to rent a hotel room?” he asked tilting his head slightly. In his pocket he had his credit card, so there was no worrying about getting a hotel room, just so she could take a bath, hell, they could even spend the night there if she needed to hold someone for the night.

She groaned when he told her where they were. She probably didn’t like the fact that she could’ve entered the academy and, who knew, maybe slaughtered a couple of kids. She agreed to the plan about the hotel and started walking. He looked down at his phone and compared the direction she was heading with the map on his phone. “It’s that way,” he chuckled pointing in a direction approximately 90 degrees to the right for her, from the direction she was heading.
When they both were wandering in the right direction, she allowed herself to ask him how he was doing. It seemed to be a way to distract herself from the fact that she was out here, needing his help. “I’m good, thanks. I moved to Aston not that long ago,” he mentioned with a smile. Though he could be caught in pride, he didn’t wish to tell her that it was Hope Gardens he lived in. “May I ask, what is your profession now?” he asked and looked over at her with a slight smile. She wasn’t in the army anymore, so maybe she had found something else to do?

Killian chuckled a bit as she mentioned his son. “Yes, Cassian is great at his job. I couldn’t imagine anyone else in the same position that he has,” he said with a slight smile. Killian gave a slight nod as she quite shortly explained her profession, with no elaboration. Soon, their small talk turned to silence, enjoying the nightly sounds, the stars and eventually the nightlife in the city.

Killian put his phone down onto the table in the hotel room and heard her ‘compliment’ his magic. “Of course, it’s an illusion after all. I’m sorry that I didn’t put more energy into it,” he chuckled. If he had used more energy, she wouldn’t even be able to feel the blood. She went into the bathroom and was completely surprised by the size of it. He couldn’t help but smile by her expression. He still stood by the table, adjusting his expensive watch a bit when she came back out. He looked up at her with a relaxed smile. “Don’t worry, everything is alright. The girls are sleeping, and they get on well by themselves in the morning,” he explained. No, he hadn’t told them that he had left, but they were grown enough and they had butlers to take care of them if they needed anything while he was gone.

He observed how she moved her hair behind her shoulder, having a feeling that she needed some kind of comfort – comfort that he was willing to give. Just until it seemed like she realized something and took a deep breath. Was it his kids?

And your wife?

A wider smile appeared on his lips. That was what this was about. She licked her lips, making him focus on them for a mere second. “Divorced,” he replied and finally took of his watch to put it on the table. “Shouldn’t you be getting undressed and into the shower?” he asked and leaned against the table. “Just say when you want me to remove the illusion,” he informed.

He hadn’t been able to sleep and had just been laying in the bed, staring at the ceiling. The screen lit up and Zadkiel immediately rushed to his phone, seeing that Letha was texting something – and then the dots disappeared. He waited a little while, maybe she was just rephrasing. When he felt like he had waited long enough, he chose to call her.

She was just about to text someone when he mentioned the bath and taking of the illusion. “No need to hurry,” he said looking in her direction as she closed the door. When the door was closed, he took away the illusion and went to check the magazines on the table.
The shower turned on and he flipped a couple of pages, not really letting his attention catch onto anything. Suddenly Letha’s phone lit up with the name ‘Zadkiel Nelson’ who was calling. Killian looked at it for a moment before he looked towards the bathroom. Then he picked up.

“Letha? Where a-” the voice on the other side sounded somewhat out of breath and had a slightly hoarse voice. Seemingly young.
“Do you know what time it is, young man?” There was no reply. “We’re trying to get some rest. Call again tomorrow morning,” he said before he ended the call and put the phone back onto the table as close to where she had put it as possible. Killian brought his attention back to the magazine and tried to find something interesting.

On the other side of the phone sat Zadkiel who wasn’t able to sleep in the unused guestroom with his hand pulsating from the multiple cuts he had gotten from breaking the mirror earlier. He sat as if he was frozen with the phone towards his ear, starring into the closed door to the guestroom he was in. Ever so slowly he pulled the phone down from his ear, to check that it was the right number he had called. Honey. He could feel how his grip tightened around the phone. It was painful, not only to the wounded hand, but also to his heart. Who was this old man that she was… Sleeping with? Till the morning? Completely out of it he threw his phone towards the door, creating a small nudge. He shouted at his phone before he got up, took it and threw it against the window. Nothing happened and it made him even angrier. He jumped to the window where his phone was. He loaded up his throw before he threw his phone again, this time it went through the window. The sound of she shards made Zadkiel realize what he had just done. He cursed and started cleaning again.

“No, no,” he replied. It couldn’t possibly be important that someone had called Letha by this hour. People needed more respect for the daily rhythm.
The shower soon stopped and shortly after she exited, wrapped only in a towel. Pretty little thing, though she looked like someone who had been through hell throughout the day. “Well, I found that article you talked about. Cassian,” he said tilting the magazine so she could see the picture of his son. He didn’t pay much attention to the fact that she picked up her phone, she had after all been in the middle of something on her phone when he asked her to take a bath. He only looked up from the paper when she mentioned going home. Slowly he also lifted his head to look at her, waiting for some kind of explanation. She had been in a fight with her boyfriend, he raised his eyebrows slightly surprised. So Killian was her go to when trouble was visiting boyfriend-town? He didn’t really mind it. She hissed and his eyes followed her arms movements – and then she apologized. “Don’t worry about it, darling. You needed someone when he wasn’t available,” he reassured her, not knowing that Zadkiel had been available all of the hours she had been gone. He didn’t even think about the fact that it might’ve been her boyfriend who had called her to figure out where she had been. “You don’t have to worry. I’m here if you need me,” he said with a calm smile.

“We were in the army. No one is this sweet when a war is going on,” he said, even though they hadn’t been in war all of the years in the army. He gave her a slight smile, having a feeling that she might’ve wanted more than just some calm talking. But she caught herself, telling him she had to go. He closed his eyes and nodded, letting her enter the bathroom again. It was also a subtle agreement that they both indeed knew where this was going if she wasn’t getting dressed and out the door.
She asked for a spell to dry things and he looked up before hen slowly entered the bathroom, being sure he wasn’t interrupting some kind of changing of clothes. She stood with her clothing which were soaking wet. He gave her a little smile before he approached her. “Did you forget to get undressed when you entered the bath?” he chuckled and stopped beside her. He placed a hand on her lower back as he lifted his free hand and whispered some words which made the clothing dry; ready to be worn. He then looked down at her, him being 20 centimeters taller than her. “I’ll leave you be,” he said with a low voice, allowing him to look at her lips once. If she didn’t keep him in the bathroom in some way, he would turn away slowly and walk out to the magazine.

He smiled slightly of her reason to keep her clothing on while taking her bath. “Well thought,” he said with a slight chuckle. He saw her smile. It was difficult to place. He was just about to lean down to give her a kiss when she mentioned the name on her collarbone. It was a giant slap in the face, which made his thoughts stop for a moment. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, and he returned it without really thinking about it. He blinked once as she landed on her feet again, “Any time, Letha,” he said, reminding himself that he was surely only playing around while he could – knowing that one day he would find the one who he was destined to be with. Slowly he followed her out of the bathroom, watching how she remembered everything before she lift. “See you around, Master Sergeant,” he said with a slight chuckle before she closed the door. He walked back to the table and looked at his watch before he went to bed.

The room was cleaned, and the window had been taped with plastic so neither rain or wind would do any damage. He would make sure to call a glazier in the morning, so the window could be fixed before Letha got home. This was her property after all. He just lived here with her. He had spent time to rearrange shelves, shoes, clothing and lastly, he went to the room where he had his boxing bag. Not minding the wounded hand, he started to hit the bag, trying to think of something else than who Letha was spending time with. Every hit seemed to get harder and the hand didn’t get rest to heal underneath the bandage. No matter what he did, the thought didn’t slip his mind, not even when sweat ran down from his forehead and into his eyes.

His mind was preoccupied with punching the bag that he didn’t even realize that someone entered the apartment. Walking around in it. For starters, he thought the hoarse whisper was his own thoughts until he realized that it was coming from the door. As soon as he realized it he immediately stopped and caught onto the bag, so it wouldn’t hit him back. There she stood. He looked at her, not really knowing what he should say. Had she even seen his messages? There was no way he could know, now that his phone was gone. “I eh… The window in the guest room is broken,” he managed to say. His voice was low and slightly hesitant. He didn’t want her to leave again, but at the same time he didn’t want her closer – and yet he wished to hold her tight. He didn’t know where to start, so the window must be the best place right? He didn’t know that he had caused damage to the door in the guestroom too, so he didn’t mention it. “I was caught up in je-” could he really admit that? “jealousy,” he managed to say. “So, I threw my phone out the window,” he elaborated. His hand was pulsating all the way up in his arm, but he didn’t feel like aiding it right now. He had to open up to her. That was what she had missed right? She’d open up too, wouldn’t she?