#good colloyd angst
“Thisis what it means to become an angel?” Lloyd’s fingers dug into his palms, his fists quivering in frustration. “Not eating anymore, not sleeping anymore, not feelinganything anymore?”
Colette’s smile was so fake, so devoid of the genuine happiness he knew she was capable of. The company of friends, her favorite food, the wag of a dog’s tail; he’d seen her eyes light up at the things she loved, but her lips now were so clinical, maintaining a weak façade when they both knew she’d been exposed.
“But my eyes have actually gotten better. I can see really far away now. And my hearing, too; I can hear even the faintest sounds really well.” The façade broke for a moment, her eyes casting down. “I can hear them so well that…it’s kind of painful sometimes.”
Impulse carried Lloyd’s feet forward a few steps; reflex sent his arms around her, pulling her close. Confusion and helplessness throbbed in his body as knots tightened in his stomach, his anger having evaporated. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize what was going on at all.” Wasn’t he supposed to be her protector? Wasn’t he supposed to keep her safe? “I’m sorry.”
