Black Rainbow (Rainbows 1)

Right now she hated me more than anyone else in the world…

“All of this is useless until we’re granted a retrial. I’m going to head home and actually see my wife,” he rose up and looked back at me, “When you see Thea, please don’t do it in the conference room, we still have to work in there.”

“I’m not going to see her.”

“Sure, and a starving man won’t eat if a banquet is laid out before him. I’ll see you in a few hours.”

He left.

1:15am.

She needs space.

1:32am.

Plus, everything is complicated. I’m her father’s lawyer now. But then again, when aren’t we complicated?

1:46am.

She better not be here still.

1:57am.

She couldn’t still be here.

I got up and placed my guitar down against the chair. Walking out of my office, I could see the light of the conference room on. With each step, I felt my chest tighten and my ears began to ring. I could only see this going badly, and yet, I kept walking until I was almost at the door.

Her back was to me as she stared at the time line on the window. We had filled it in a lot in the past week with pictures and notes. Pretty soon we would no longer be able to see the cityscape that lay behind it.

“Urgh!” she groaned, placing her hands on her head looking from one end to the other and back again.

“Go home,” I said, and she jumped.

She didn’t turn around.

“As your professor, and the head of this case, go home. You aren’t any good to me if you’re sleep deprived.”

“You’re one to talk,” she said as she finally looked to me. “I’m just a lowly student you’re the head lawyer, and as the daughter of your client I think you should be getting sleep.”

“One moment you're the daughter of a client, next you’re lawyer, or a student, or my girl—my lover. You’re a woman with too many damn personas, I can’t keep up.”

“I am the daughter of a client, a lawyer and a student. I was once your girl—your lover. And now, I’m leaving. Goodnight.”

She stepped into her shoes and turned to grab her coat, gloves and scarf. But when she came to the doorway, I put my arm out, so that I could block her path and prevent her from leaving.

“Levi, move.”

“I can’t,” I said honestly. “I’m here now because I hate being home without you—”

“Levi, please, don’t—”

“You came into my house, drank my wine, and said you were in. You said you were in, and that you were done running. That we were grown-ups. Then, you turned around and took it all back. You left me, and I’m supposed to just sit here and accept that?”

She turned, not meeting my eyes. “You are. Because you did this. You lied to me.”

“Then punish me in some other way,” I said as I stepped in front of her and forced her to look at me. “I lied, yes. I wasn’t sure what to think about the entire situation, and all I knew was that I wanted you. I still want you… and I know that you still want me—”

“Don’t speak for me. You don’t know what I want.”