( lover. )

                                ♞;; insecureneurotic

            he’s wiping the remnants of the heavy rain off his shirt, standing in her doorway with a startled expression. he’s worried, that much is obvious, then again — scott was always nearly pathologically worried about caroline. it wasn’t a secret that he didn’t like tyler, didn’t like the way he treated her, didn’t like the attitude he gave her but sometimes he wondered whether he was just a distraction, to keep caroline’s mind off her marital problems, someone she would eventually forget about when she realized he had nothing to offer but his heart on his sleeve & the promise to love her.

           but whenever she called him, scott was there, ready to wrap her in his arms & forget they were both involved in something potentially dangerous. he takes a moment to examine her, making sure she was okay; she knew he had never laid a hand on her, but scott couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever be capable of hurting her. if he did, scott was afraid of the uncontrollable consequences the anger boiling in him would provoke. he was a peace maker, he disliked confrontation, but when it came down to protecting caroline, he would do anything for her.

              ’ hey, sorry it took a while, i can’t drive so fast in the rain. is everything okay? ‘

              the fact that it’s pouring outside doesn’t waver caroline’s decision at all almost as soon as scott steps foot in the door – her arms immediately fold around his neck & she practically falls into his arms. as much as she tries to reign them in, the tears that have been pooling in her eyes the whole times she’s been waiting for him to arrive start to slip out. part of her hates this side of her. the side that needs him so desperately when she has nowhere else to go. she doesn’t like feeling weak & unable of making her own decisions – but this is what tyler does. she does something WRONG & he lashes out at her. there’s no one else she can turn to but scott – he’s the only one who makes her feel strong again & there’s no part of her that doesn’t love that about him. 

                “ —– i just needed you to hold me. “ her words are softly spoken but there’s honesty in them. there’s nowhere in the world she’d rather be than in his arms. proving that, she clings to him tighter, even though the damp is starting to seep through onto her own shirt. she’s long given up trying to keep distance – but she’s noticed how much harder it is to let him leave, how many times in the day he seems to cross her mind. 

                                               “ please, scott. can you just hold me for a little while? “