Gonna Watch It Burn {Hunter}

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Today was a few good day, in comparison to a few weeks ago when Hunter had completely bailed out on Macy. It had been more than a week, and he didn't come back. Those days, Macy had been in a stupor, before ransacking broadway again. Only to return home defeated, and cry herself back to sleep. He had turned tail and ran---but just a day after, Hunter had shown up on her doorstep. Since then, it was a regular occurance for Hunter to stop by. He was unpredictable, but she had learned to trust that he wasn't going to abandon her again.

When Macy opened her eyes, the sunlight was filtering through her window. It was a wake'n'bake kind of morning---and then it just never stopped. Just a little past noon, Macy's windows were shut, but the curtains were peeled back in the livingroom, letting the smoke dance in the sun. Music was blaring out of the speaker system that she had in her living room--and those speakers were no joke. They came up to her hip in size, and were balanced with a sub-woofer, and it was currently blaring out Superbass.

Macy was openly dancing around her livingroom, uncaring that the small amount of people that passed through the courtyard would see her in the bare essentials. An old croptop that hit about mid-stomach, and a pair of boyshorts that were just barely on the decent side. She also hadn't taken too much time on her hair this morning--just long enough to shake out the two braids, and let the waves hand down her shoulders and around her face--a rare style for the usually put together woman.

In her hand she held her pipe, while her arms stretched out, and her chest and shoulders rolled with the beat of the song, before letting out the smoke she had been holding in--a cloud of thick white smoke spilling from her lips. She lifted the pipe back to her mouth, her upper body relitively still, while her hips swung from side to side. Macy sparked the bowl with her lighter, before pressing her finger on the cab of the pipe, sucking in another breath of it. Yeah. Today was going to be a great fucking day.

Tags: Becket / Hunter / Olley / Macy
Notes: Partay.
Outfit:www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=35790332] Or lackthereof.

[HUNTER KNOX]

Hunter hadn't been able to keep away. With the knowledge that Macy was in the city, hell, knowing EXACTLY what building she lived in, it was too much to ignore. He was able to try and suppress the need to see her again for about a week, and then he had gone crawling back like a lost puppy. The Captain argued, of course. He said that hunter had everything he needed on that small little fishing boat with Tempy, but Hunter couldn't resist. He had to see her. He had to see the girl that he had grown up with, and make sre that she was okay. He couldn't just disappear off into the night again. Now that he could keep an eye on her, he couldn't waste this golden opportunity. He figured that she would move on from the city eventually, and then he would be able to move on to people like Tempy, to boats and drugs and murder. Until then though, he just wanted to be the scared little high schooler that was getting ready to punch his V card and do the dirty with the girl he had done everything with all through school.

Of course, she had screamed. Of course she had yelled and shrieked and told him she didn't want to see him anymore, because she couldn't trust him enough to just see him for a few hours after years apart. Of course, though, she had eventually forgiven him. It was inevitable. The Macy he knew could never stay mad at him. She couldn't hold a grudge against her Hunter.

Now, well, he just came and went as he wanted. He was like a shadow, flitting into the room and back out before anyone could miss him. Sure, he led a dangerous life. The exploits of a drug dealer were anything but glamorous. Come to thinkof it, they were anything but safe. He didn't want to involve her in it. He'd been able to escape the law so far, and the other murderous criminals that inhabited the city's underworld, but he didn't know if blondie would be able to. She hadn't grown accustomed to it. She didn't have The Captain inside her brain, telling her exactly what to do in order to stay alive.

Today it was in the middle of the day. He made it a point to always come at different times. Some part of his brain difured that if anyone were trying to watch who came in and out of that apartment complex they would have the hardest time noticing one single dark fellow coming in and out if he always popped up at different times. He was probably wrong about the whole thing, but it helped him feel like he was doing that much more for Macy.

Slipping in behind someone else going to their apartment, he made his way to her apartment. He knocked twice as the music blasted inside. "Macy, it's me."

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Macy stopped dancing, her bowl back up to her lips when she heard the knock. "Fuck." She sputtered, coughing while she choked on the smoke. She set her bowl and lighter down, quite ready to bolt out the back way if it had been the cops--but she heard a voice at the door that was none other than Hunter Knox.

"Co-coming! Just a--" Choke, choke, "Just a sec." Choking on that shit sucked. She leaned on the chair for a moment, clearing her throat to attempt to breathe without choking. When she settled down, she headed to the door, the ground swirling beneath her. Every movement of her felt sluggish, and fuzzy--even though she appeared to be moving at a normal speed. Her eyes felt the same way, like they were swollen and hard to move. That was the weirdest bit of it, something she had never gotten use to.

She tugged open the door, and leaned against the doorframe, "Heeeeyyyy, babe." She grinned, her grin only growing wider until she burst out in giggles. She laughed enough, that she was clutching her bare side in a stitch of pain. Macy had never been one of those types to sink into the couch and ponder the meaning of life when she was high. She was the weird one, the silly one, the one that would laugh, and say the first thing off the top of her head. Macy ran a hand through her loose, and wavey hair, and stared up at him. Before realizing how she was dressed, and the thin smoke curling out of her door--"Shit, get in." Macy grabbed his hand and yanked him inside the apartment.

"You're getting really unpredictable with this shit, you know?" She puffed her cheeks out at him, and sauntered into the kitchen, grabbing her cigarettes off the table, before lighting one, and tossing the pack onto the counter. She backed out of the kitchen, before grabbing the remote from where she had tossed her cigarettes, and turned down the volume on the music, before going back in. "You should stay the night one time, I mean like. It won't hurt you any." She raised her brows while she came out of her kitchen with a pack of oreos in hand. She bounced on her feet to the rythm of the quieter music while she walked, causing her hair to bounce on her shoulders.

She plucked one of those amazing cookies from the package, and wedged it carefully between Hunter's lips, before flopping on the edge of the couch, taking a drag from her cigarette. This was Macy--the real Macy. Of course she liked her glamour, pristine clothes, neat, perfect hair---but that was only for when she was going out. It had been embedded into her mind to look her best when being viewed by others. But at home, she would be deemed...'trashy', had any other person from Cape Cod come to visit her.

Her home was still clean, save for the ashtray on her coffee table with buds, and scattered papers and baggies on her table as well. There were plastic bags duct taped over the smoke detector, and all but one vent had been closed--to prevent too much of the smoke drifting up into the apartment above. The house had a fuzzy haze, but it didn't seem to bother her none, while she alternated between cookie and cigarette. She gestured to her pipe that she had set on the table, "Go for it if you want. It's a bit dank though." She wrinkled her nose at it, and pulled her legs up so she had her back against the arm, of the couch--her body taking up one cushion.

"Also, babe, we need to have a talk." She grinned at him, flicking her cigarette into an ashtray, "I'm not letting you leave until you tell me exactly why you skipped town. I'm done with you skirting around the question."

Notes: Ohhhh, Macy.

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[HUNTER KNOX]

The moment the door to the apartment opened, hunter felt a huge wave of relief hit him. It was like once he passed through that door into the small apartment Macy was able to afford, all the need for him to keep up that tough guy act just melted away. He didn't need to be the badass drug dealer looking for the next weak little mongrel who would buy some product off of him. he didn't need to be the bastard that kept mental tabs on each and every customer to decide when and where he would kill the debtors. He could forget that all that had ever happened. The fog that usually clouded his mind, made him not really realize what was going on as he was shunted towards the back of his own mind and The Captain took over lifted. It was like whenever he was near Macy he could be sober for the first time in years. Sober from the high that he got whenever The Captain took over. The high that felt so good and meant that he didn't have to worry about anything; not walking or talking or thinking at all.

As he was yanked inside he felt himself smiling already, something he hardly did anymore. Well, maybe The Captain did some smiling when he was doing his flirtatious thing with Tempy, but Hunter only ever got the chance to try it out for himself when Macy was involved. It was the only time he had full control of his body and a reason to be happy. He shrugged off his coat and left it in a heap on the floor, ready to spend another few, precious hours with Macy while he had the chance.

"Well, what can I say, hun? I'm a busy guy. My schedule's unpredictable," he replied to her snarky comment on his routine for showing up. That was mostly true. The fact that this was all for her safety was one that he planned on leaving out. He assumed that any sane person would get more than a little spooked if they heard that they were in danger just by being around someone.

He was going to come up with some witty retort or explanation for why he couldn't possibly ever spend the night when she stuffed an oreo in his mouth. Not really willing to argue with the logic of cookies, he merely rolled his eyes and shook his head at her, biting into the delicious chocolatey treat. He didn't want to get in some fight with her over why he couldn't possibly spend the night. He was here to have a nice time and catch up on that bubbly feeling he'd missed from High School.

Here she was, doing perfectly Macy-ish things. Smoking, getting high, it was all what had made Macy such an outstanding friend. She was nothing like those other barbie cloned girls from Cape Cod. She was something totally different from all the glamor and glitz, though she certainly knew how to play the part in public. She was something much more like Hunter underneath all the acts.

"Nah, I'm all good," he told her, trying to pass of the fact that he had declined the weed like it was nothing. The truth was, he didn't WANT that haze back yet, be it from smoking or The Captain taking over. He'd rather be able to appreciate every minute he spent with Macy instead of getting high and wasting the opportunity to be clear headed for the first time in years.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said nonchalantly as he flopped down on the couch cushion next to her. "I haven't been skirting around any questions. I left because Mom died. Plain and simple. I couldn't stick around just to have everyone look down at me, could I?"

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Macy raised her brows when he denied the weed, then nodded to her pack of cigarettes, “You can have one of those if you want them.” She swallowed, and narrowed her murky eyes at him, and chewed the insides of her cheeks. One bare leg crossed over the other, watching him sit next to her, before lowering her hands on the couch to scoot herself in closer—careful to not burn her couch. She moved in closer enough that her knees rested over his thighs, and when she leaned over, her arms could rest on her knees, her shoulder leaning against Hunter’s.

It was comforting, to have him that close. It would be different if it was someone else. Hunter made her feel safe, and warm. She smiled, and rested her head against his shoulder for a moment, before lifting up her head to take another puff of her cigarette. “See, you just did it again.” She leaned back to grab for her ashtray and rest it in her lap, before flicking her hair over her shoulder, and looking back up at him. “I didn’t see you at the funeral, either you didn’t go—or you hid like hell. And then afterwards, you didn’t even bother to say goodbye to me. Like...” Macy tightened her jaw, and took in a slow breath, and let it out, before sucking on the end of her cigarette furiously, “You told me that no one else got you, that I did. That I wasn’t like the rest of them. Did you ever stop to think for a second, that when you left, I was on my own?” She questioned, looking back up at him, before grabbing a cookie off her table, offering him one.

“We could have figured something out, you know? But you didn’t even give me the chance to help you through it. I had the money, I could have helped you get on your feet and shit, you know? But you left, man. You left me in Cape-Fucking-Cod, without a damn person to turn to. We snuck around and shit, but I knew your mom.” Her finger jabbed Hunter in the shoulder. As much as she wanted to collapse on the couch in the tangle of legs and clothes with Hunter, she was starting to get mad. All of the emotions rushing out with the help of the weed. Her legs remained over his, and tightened slightly. If he was going to get up, her leg’s grip would delay him enough for her to make a grab. Hopefully she wasn’t high enough to be too slow with it. “I knew her, and she had been nice to me. She knew the shit that went on, and she was a good woman. She asked me to look out for you, did I ever tell you that? She asked me that, right after I told her that I--” Macy was high, but not that high. She cut herself off right away, and busied herself with taking another bite from her Oreo.

Her brows were furrowed over her eyes, her lips turned downwards in a frown. Macy was hurt, and mad. She hadn’t gotten really much of a chance to really talk to Hunter. And even though Macy was one of the silly, chatty stoners, the weed also had an adverse side effect on her—it made her highly emotional. She rested her elbow on her thigh, cigarette in her other hand, and pushed her face into her hand. She wasn’t going to start sobbing or bawling. But her lips were twisted, and twitching, trying to fight to keep that crying expression off her face, and her eyes were burning—vision blurring. She was sick of crying over Hunter, sick of being afraid that he was going to just disappear again. “Fuck, Hunter.” She said, her voice tight, before lifting her head up, and sniffing loudly, flicking her cigarette again. Macy wasn’t looking at him, but her eyelashes were wet, and her eyes glassy. Tears looked like they would fill her eyes at any second, but she was stronger than that. She didn’t want to break down in sobs in front of him.

“Why can’t you just…Why the fuck can’t you just stay put?” She looked back at him, turning the full force of those eyes on him. “Like, on the real.” She shoved her cigarette into the ash tray, before twisting around to grab her pack, and pull another one out, lighting it up. “This apartment is shit, but I can get better. I’ve got inheritance from my grandparents, and my parents take care of shit. You don’t have to want for anything. Fine, if you don’t want us to be any more than this. Any more than friends. But for god’s sake, just…just.” She never got her words out, because she ran both hands through her hair, and cradled her head again, the smoke from the cigarette in her hand curling around her fingers. The hand only lowering for her to suck on the cigarette, otherwise her head did not come up. She did not look at Hunter, and she did not move. Trying to do her best to make the quiet, non-sobbing, non-shoulder shaking tears that were dropping into her ash tray, stop.

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[HUNTER KNOX]

To be honest, he really disliked the fact that Macy felt the need to go over and over about the time that he lft. It was so long ago! Why couldn't they just forget it and move on. He was there now, wasn't he?! It wasn't like he kept disappearing on her! It was a decision that he made years ago as a kid just out of high school that didn't think things through. To be honest, though, he didn't even regret it. It hadn't led to all that terrible a time for him. Sure, he'd been in jail and he'd moved around for years and had never really found somewhere to call home, but what was the alternative? To have stuck around in that uptight, prissy town and get looked down at for being that poor boy who'd never had a father and who'd just lost his dear old mother? Sure, he had lost Macy, but now he'd found her again! Everything had worked out perfectly fine!

As she rested her head against him, just like she'd done in the past he hoped that this was a sign that they could move onto a different topic. Or maybe just move on to not talking at all. Hell, a kiss and then a trip 'round the bases would make all this unpleasantness just disappear. He knew that Macy was obsessedw tih finding out all his reasons and getting some answers and closure for it, but honestly, he didn't even know. All he knew was that he had been incredibly freaked out after his mom died. He hadn't thought that anyone would care to have him around anymore, or even notice if he left, really. And he had thought that if he just left, left and got out of that high class, prissy society to a place where he would fit in a little better, then maybe he could get his mind off the whole situation.

Hunter took the cookie she offered him hesitantly. She was barking at him again about how he had been an absolutely terrible teenager who had left her there to deal with everyone else all on her lonesome while he had selfishly left the town that reminded him of nothing but his then dead mother. God, and she was upset that he hadn't bothered showing up for the funeral? That funeral had been a joke! It had been nothing that wold have reminded him of his mom! His mom had always been nice and laid back and loving and caring. The funeral would have been nothing but cold and uncaring and filled with people who played like they cared all about him when really they just wanted to know when it would be appropriate for them to leave so they could forget all about the poor little high school degenerate who'd lost his pathetic mother who had only been a lunch lady anyways.

He stayed silent as she went on about how utterly awful he'd been to her. He knew that no matter what he said at this point it would only make matters worse. No, it would be far better to stay quiet and let her work through it, no matter how badly he wanted to tell her he of all people understood the fact that his mom had been a 'good woman'.

It was when she started crying that he really got angry, though. How dare she?! Did she honestly think that of the two of them, SHE was the one who had come out of this whole mess worse for wear? She should be fucking happy that he was there at the moment instead of flipping out about what he'd done so long ago. SHE certainly didn't lose her parents, or fucking go crazy in prison and have some goddamn character from a movie he'd never even liked all that much come to life inside his head. Jesus Christ, this was outrageous!

"I don't want any more than this!," he spat, getting to his feet from the couch. "I don't want a better apartment, or to stay put, or to have things taken care of for me! The thing I want least of all is the pity from someone who I used to think respected me! I just want to be able to do what I want without people looking down at me and thinking that I need anything more than what I have right now. I'm doing alright for myself, and I've pretty much pulled things together from what happened back then." He glared at her as she sat there with her head in her hands and sobbing like some kind of fucking baby. "Look, I don't want your parent's cash, or your grandparents or whoever else manages to pay for you to do whatever. I get my own money and I get it the only way I know how, so don't tell me that this is hurting you more than me and seeing me whenever I manage to come up here isn't enough for you, because it's the best I can do."

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Macy seemed to be shocked out of her hands when she felt Hunter move to his feet, and heard a tone in his voice that wasn't familiar. She stared at him with round, shining eyes. Her cheeks were wet, and her eyelashes were also. Underneath her eyes they were starting to look puffy, and her nose was red. She gaped at him when he started on her, not blinking once. At first it was shock, like he had slapped her in the face--but then she started getting mad. Really, really mad. Her mouth shut, and her lips set in that tight line while her brows furrowed and shifted downwards, returning the glare.

She dropped her cigarette in the ash tray, listening to him, before she moved to her feet. "What, you want to stay in the lower ring of hell for the rest of your fucking life? What do you do, Hunter?" She mocked, each step she took closer and closer to him, she managed to put threat into each step. Her long necklace with the tiny pocketwatch on the end bounced against her chest, the curles in her hair seeming to bounce also. Everything about her looked alive. Alive, and utterly, thoroughly, pissed.

"I don't fucking pity you, you asshole." She shoved Hunter as hard as she could, which admittedly, since her reactions were a bit delayed, and the weed made her fuzzy, wasn't that hard. "You're going to end up in some fucking ditch in the middle of God knows where, look at you." She stepped back, and swept her eyes down him, then back to his face. "There's always a bigger fish than you Hunter, and someone is going to come and fucking get you one day. And then what?" He voice was raising, getting louder and louder to shouts. The tears had started down her face again, and her face was starting to turn pink. "I don't want to be without you again. I want to know the fucking jerk that I've been in love with for god knows how many fucking years is alive and well. I want to know that he's fucking happy, and not scrounging around in trash cans like a fucking alleycat." Her voice seemed tight at the end, like she had kept going until she ran out of breath. She sucked in air, sounding like she was being strangled, while the tears pushed out of her eyes harder.

Her jaw was clenched tightly, and it was visible through the tension in her face, or the way she flashed her teeth at Hunter when she let out a frustrated scream and swung her arm to make contact with his face. An open handed slap is what she aimed for.

"How fucking dare you even say that shit to me, when I've worried about you every second of every fucking day. Scared that tomorrow you'd be dead, or that I'd never fucking see you again." She growled through a clenched jaw. The thought of losing Hunter completely, made her overwhelmed almost, and it went from anger to absolute fear. Like someone pulling a plug, her expression completely changed. Her jaw went slack, and her eyebrows relaxed. She stared at Hunter's chest wide eyed, still standing extremely close to her. She then turned her eyes up to his face, still staring at him, her chest rising and falling, trying to catch her breath. Only she was breathing a little too fast, like she couldn't get enough air. And if she kept that up, she'd hypervenilate and pass out. No, she was not doing good. "Y-you don-don't fucking care do you? No, of course not. Because the great Hunter doesn't need anyone to care. He doesn't want anyone to love him. Just because other people treated you like fuck all, doesn't mean everyone is like that Hunter." Her voice was biting, angry and sharp. Her fingers twitched, like she wanted to slap him again.

"If you're so happy doing whatever scummy thing you do Hunter, and you get your paper, and you get what you need. And I'm stuck alone, wondering where you are. If you're okay, if you're still FUCKING ALIVE," She screamed that last bit, taking a moment to dry and catch her breath; then the strange sound of her voice trembling while she tried to breathe that some was angry and crying--that trembling, agonized sound, "Then yes. I am worse off than you. It is hurting me more than you. I. Could. Keep. You. Safe. But you don't give a fuck. So it does hurt me more than you, you asshole." Macy was shaking from head to toe, her fingers clutched onto Hunter's jacket tightly. As if she let go, she'd hit the ground and collapse.

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[HUNTER KNOX]

Jesus fucking Christ, Hunter couldn't believe this goddamned shit. All he fucking wanted was to be able to spend a little time with Macy after all the years they had spent apart, and what the fuck did he get the moment he tried to just have a nice fucking day with her? He got yelled at and bitched at and moaned at because clearly what he was doing wasn't fucking good enough. Because the time he put aside to spend with her wasn't enough and he needed to be there every second of the goddamned day in order to keep her happy. Jesus Christ, time was fucking money for him. He could be out on a street corner somewhere right now, pushing some product and making some actual goddamn money so he wouldn't have to actually take handouts from anyone like Macy. He couldn't believe her. He'd thought he had her all figured out in High School. He thought that she was a pretty cool chick who would understand things like thi, but it turned out that she was just like every other fucking insane bitch and couldn't handle having just what she was given.

"See, right there, that's your fucking problem, Macy!" he shouted angrily after hearing her rant about how he would one day end up in some fucking ditch somewhere and how she couldn't bear the thought of him scrounging around in a trashcan. "You always have to worry about the motherfucking horror story that could happen instead of being happy with what you have! I'm here now, aren't I? I'm not goddamn dead yet, and based on how I've been doing the past year or two I won't be reduced to looking in the garbage for food any time soon. I'm fucking fine, and I've been fine, but instead you're just freaking out about how someday I might get myself killed by being too fucking stupid for my own good." Hunter was in a roaring rage, wanting more than anything to break something or lash out. Part of him knew that he ought to calm down. There had been many a wall broken in high school because he hadn't controlled his anger and had punched through them in a fit of blind anger.

Macy slapping him in the motherfucking face was not helping his anger. Clenching his fists, he merely glared at her as she went through her teary eyed talked about how she had spent all her poor little time worrying about him and how she hadn't even known if he had died or whatever. She was clinging to him like a motherfucking urchin, as if shouting at him from this close distance would get it through his head. She was clearly in no better shape than Hunter was. She was shaking like a motherfucking coke fiend and hyperventilating up a storm. He knew that what he was SUPPOSED to do was soften immediately at this horrifying revelation of what he was really doing to Macy through his actions, but all it seemed like to him was a pathetic temper tantrum thrown by a rich girl who wasn't getting her way. The bubble was burst now, and he was tired of trying to make her happy. Right now the only thing that he wanted to do was hurt her. Hurt her so badly that she woke up from whatever dreamland she was in and saw what was really going on.

"Maybe..."he said slowly and deliberately, his voice cool and calculated by brimming with rage. "The Great Hunter already has somebody to care about him. Maybe he already has somebody to keep him safe and give him a place to spend the night." He looked her right in the eyes, gently taking her hands and peeling them off his coat. "Maybe he has someone who can love and guess what sweetie - it's not you." He still kept a firm grip on her wrists, staring straight at her to let her know that there was nothing cute or joking or funny about this.

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“Yes, of course I’m freaking out. You’re my best fucking friend who up and bailed without so much as a goodbye. Anything could fucking happen to you, and then what? I’m stuck sitting around for years again waiting for you!” Macy was dancing between being furious, and being completely and utterly heartbroken. It wasn’t fair that Hunter didn’t take that into consideration—that she had waited in Cape Cod. Waiting for him to come back for her, waiting for him to just come crawling through her window like old times. Perhaps it was a temper tantrum from a rich girl who wasn’t getting her way—but her way was one where Hunter would be safe, and not have to worry about anything. He could have all the things he was fighting for now, but without putting his life on the line.

The blonde had sucked in a breath of air, ready to unleash another flurry of heated words at him when he stopped her with that one ‘Maybe’. That tone in his voice deflated any air that was in her chest, and froze any and all movement. His following words caused a ringing in her ears, and she allowed him to pull her hands off his coat. Normally, she would have laced her fingers with his, held on, and curled up into his side. However this time, the hands that were pulling her off felt just as cold as the words that were coming out of his mouth. True to form, she stared back into his eyes, she didn’t fight to pull out of his hands. Macy could be scrappy if she had to be, but she didn’t want to arm wrestle with Hunter, and she never knew if he was coming back—so any physical contact from him was precious to her. Even if he didn’t realize it.

Something broke in her eyes, and her entire expression softened. Those simple words took the heart right out of her.

She hadn’t found him soon enough, then. There was someone else, someone better. Her eyes filled with tears, and her lip quivered. The moment she felt the twitch of her lips, she bit down on it, trying to make it go away. Macy swallowed down the lump in her throat—she wasn’t going to turn into a sniveling idiot around him, or collapse into sobs. Squaring her shoulders, Macy tried to straighten herself up. But it was almost like something had died in her, and she didn’t seem to have that air of strength about her that she typically had. She lifted her jaw, clenching it tightly to stop the twitching. Macy took a slow breath, her words just as slow. There was a heartbroken tremble to them, but she did her best to keep her voice even. Hunter didn’t like the weak—that’s why they got along so well. Because they were both strong, both fierce, a force to be reckoned with.

“If they need some tips, please, do, send them my way. I’d love to show them that ‘The Great Hunter’,” She made little quotation marks in the air with her fingers, though her wrists were still trapped in his hands, “Enjoys corny jokes, that he laughs and smiles much more than he frowns, and that he always just wanted to be accepted. Because I’m pretty sure that I’m the only one that’s figured that out.” Macy wanted to pat herself on the back, because she wasn’t sure that she could have spoken that much. Though the words shoo, and trembled, there was no anger, no rage to them. Just the reflected sadness that was in her eyes, but she was doing her best to remain upright and strong in front of Hunter. So he had someone else? Whoever that was, good luck. Because no one would love him the way that one Macy Heather Gentle could.

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