ALL ALONE ,

[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

Kona glanced about her recognizing nothing and finding solace in that. There was a small park about a block away, and Kona figured it be as good a place as any to find a place to think. Her eyelids were half mast as she slid her chilled fingers around the cool metal gate. It had been raining rather hard since early evening, but she hardly noticed the weather now. As the gate creaked upon, Kona hesitated. A small huffing sigh filled her lungs before she closed the gate. There was nothing in a child's play palace for her.

The rain came down in large fat droplets soaking Kona to the bone. Her hair clung to her neck and cheeks in small locks with the occasional lone strand. Her mouth fell open as she struggled to breathe and water droplets fell off of her lips. She crossed her arms over her chest fighting a chill as the wind blew. It was difficult to label how she felt, because Kona's emotions were superficial, and even she struggled to know what feelings were real. Though, her eyes held nothing. She was a ghost on this stormy night. Few noticed her. A young girl before a gate, soaking wet in a long sleeved undershirt and shorts. She hadn't even had the mind to grab a pair of shoes. She had no memory of how she ended up by the park.

A part of her wanted to scream, angry that she had allowed herself to trust Oliver. She knew better; he was driven by sex, not the heart. She turned her head to examine the lack of pedestrians and traffic realizing she was in a small neighborhood. She moved forward wrapping her fingers around the bar and pushed herself up to sit on the fence. She adjusted herself so her one leg was extended along the top of the fence and the other was hugged tightly by her arms. Her face was turned upward toward the moon, and though a passerby would assume she was thinking, her mind was blank. Not Oliver nor the rain crossed her mind.

ooc:
mm, coulda been worth.

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Kona always overreacted. Oliver should be used to it by now. But he couldn’t take her drama. He liked her when she was sweet and she let him in, but that was almost never. So Oliver was going to have to suck it up and get over her. Not that he’d ever had to do that before, but he could figure it out. He was sure going out and screwing a few girls could get him back on track.

Still, when she talked about Jenny picking up Moo, he felt the urge to go and stop her from doing whatever stupid thing she was going to do. So when she disappeared from the chat, Oliver sighed, grabbed his keys, and began wandering the streets looking for her. He hoped she hadn’t gotten too far from her house, but he wasn’t sure where she would go. First he went by her house to make sure her car was still there. It was. Oliver considered knocking on the door, but decided it was better to drive around first. So he began driving down streets, carefully looking out for her.

It took a surprisingly short time to find her. He parked in front of a house across the street and walked up to her as quietly as he could, hoping she wouldn’t hit him or try to run away. “It’s raining. You’ll get sick,” he told her. “You need to be healthy for your competition.”

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[KONA NICOLE ANDERSON]

From her position parched on the fence top, she turned her head until her chin touched her shoulder. Somehow she had changed. Her beauty had become eerily and earthly, but she seemed distant from Oliver. Beautiful, but nothing more than a painting of a girl mounted on the wall. Her eyes finally made contact with his, and for a moment they were a vortex of angst and raw human emotion. It brought something to her face many never saw, and it was far more beautiful than her forged emotions. In no way could the beauty of her mask compare to her true beauty, but it took seconds for the temperamental Kona Oliver knew to return to the surface. "Suppose", her voice was calm as her eyes examined him.

If he had dismissed in such a indifferent manner, then why was he here? Why was he always there? She slid off her fence and standing next to Oliver without heels she was far shorter than he must have realized. With a sigh, she debated if she ought to push past him or not. She made on attempt to look him in the eye, but she felt the pain rush to the blue and so she turned away from him. "Thank you," she murmured. She had manners, and if the boy came out to find her she ought to at least thank him for that.

With such heavy rain, the make up around Kona's eyes had run revealing the vast number of scars along her eyes. Some were line and glistened with the way the light hit her skin and others were ridged like mountains, but they were all very small. It was the one of the two (barely) visible signs that Kona was losing her vision. A shiver ran across her causing her to bite the lip to keep her teeth from chattering. She had no idea how to maneuver away from Oliver. Her suspicions that she was not his favorite crayon in the box had been right according to what had been shared over chat, but he was here.

Her shirt had begun to soak and her bruises were slightly visible. Kona had failed to mentioned she would be skating with injured ribs. True, the two had healed, but the one was still very much in pain. Kona knew how to mask her pain, but she hadn't thought her shirt would be soaked and her the color of her bruising would show. It was only when she noticed that had she realized her bra must also be visible. Her cheeks turned a bright pink and with a tiny squeak she slid her arms up to cover herself. Knowing now was probably her best time to leave, she thought about taking a step forward. However, she asked a question instead. "Why?" Her eyes were a puzzled disarray of blue searching for an answer. "If you hadn't wanted to know, why did you intervene with everyone else about-and if having me confide in you was such a burden, then why are you here now?" The two had a peculiar relationship-neither understood the other, but for whatever reason they were unable to pull away.

[OLIVER APOLLO HAYES]

Oliver didn’t understand her question at first. His hair was quickly losing it’s usually carefully styled form as the rain began soaking through it, and his curls were becoming more and more obvious. Oliver absolutely hated his hair, and would have loved to hide under a tree or something in an effort to save his hair, but he knew he wouldn’t be moving unless he was chasing Kona somewhere.

“If I didn’t want to know…” Oliver repeated, staring at Kona, his mind racing to try and figure out what she meant. And suddenly, he did. What had they been talking about when she got silent? Her being bipolar. He almost felt the urge to laugh, but he knew that would probably just make her more upset. He felt almost ridiculous for having to explain his words.

“That wasn’t what I meant. At all,” he told her, taking a slight step to the side so if she looked up she would have no choice but to look at him. “Kona, I’m glad you told me. I’m flattered that I was the one person you decided to tell out of everyone. When I said you should have told Jenny…I didn’t mean instead of me. I meant in addition to me. You know Jenny cares about you, and you know she would want to help. She’s been friends with you longer than I have. Yeah, it’s your choice if you want to tell her or not. And if you’re not ready to, that’s fine. I’m not going anywhere. I’m still going to help you through it.”

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