i wonder if i’ll ever lose my mind// EMILY!

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] afraid to feel a thing | tag: EMILY/ELIJAH | ENOUGH words | outfit | Notes: HERE COMES ANGRY MAMA Shopping with Gavin had to be one of the worst experiences on the planet. Now Sidda loved her son. She did. And he was a pretty well behaved kid, for the most part. Somehow, he seemed to have a good grasp on the fact that Sidda didn’t have a ton of money to spend on frivolous things so he rarely asked for much and hardly ever threw the typical tantrum when he didn’t get something he wanted. Of course Gavin had his moments because he wasn’t a perfect robot and liked to see how many buttons he could push before his mother exploded, but overall, he was a good kid and Sidda couldn’t have asked for better. No, what she really hated about shopping with him was the fact that she was afraid she would lose him. She knew she was being a paranoid, overprotective mother, but it was true. Sidda always seemed to have to go grocery shopping at the busiest time of the day or Gavin would ask if they could go window shop during the weekends when everyone was out. Today was one of those days. Gavin had wanted to go to the toy store just to see what was there and Sidda had to go grocery shopping and since the toy store wasn’t all that far out of the way, she decided it wouldn’t hurt anything. Sidda hated to deny Gavin mommy-son time when she had it available. They hadn’t spent all that long there and as a rare treat, Sidda had bought Gavin a bouncy ball. It really wasn’t much, but Gavin hardly ever got surprises like that. The problem with shopping with Gavin was that he was a curious little child. He liked to wander off and explore and experience and while those were all good traits and Sidda wouldn’t change a thing about him, it meant that Gavin didn’t always think before he went towards whatever attracted his attention. If Sidda didn’t watch him like a hawk, he would disappear. Most of the time, she did a pretty good job. She’d notice Gavin starting to wander off in one direction and she’d catch his attention and remind him that he needed to tell her where he wanted to go because he was too young to just wander off. This time though, there had been a bit of a snafu. At the grocery store, there had been another mother there with her two children, both of them screaming at the top of their lungs. Sidda felt her heart go out to the mother, knowing it was difficult enough with one kid and unable to imagine how hard it must be to manage two screaming ones. The woman had been trying to juggle one of the kids, their bags, and her purse while trying to find her keys. Sidda, being the kind heart that she was, felt the need to help. Keeping Gavin in the corner of her eye, Sidda had offered to hold the woman’s bags while she tried to find her keys. Grateful for the help, the woman hadn’t hesitated and accepted the offer. Sidda kept Gavin in her site the entire time she held the bags, watching him play with the bouncy ball she had bought him. He had kept thanking her on the drive over to the grocery store and she was glad it was keeping his attention now. Then the other woman was ready for her bags back, so Sidda went to hand them to her, turning her back on Gavin only for a second. It couldn’t have been more than 15 seconds. That was how worried Sidda was about letting her son out of her site. She said goodbye to the mother, turned around, and didn’t see Gavin. A huge bubble of panic rose in Sidda’s chest instantly. She tried to calm herself, telling herself that he just moved and she wasn’t looking in the right place. Sidda had done that a couple of times before, psyched herself out because her mind jumped to the worst conclusion possible. This time though, she wasn’t overreacting. She didn’t see a sign of her son, anywhere. Next thing Sidda knew, she was tearing down the aisles, shouting Gavin’s name and not giving a single fuck whether she looked crazy or not. If he was still in the store, hopefully some Good Samaritan would have spotted him and would be trying to find his mother. She wouldn’t be all that hard to find. Sidda didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Gavin had wandered out of the store, or if worse, someone had taken him.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] OLD ENOUGH TO FALL FLAT ON MY FACE WHEN I WALK AS THEY CRAWL SOMETHING DOWN GOT THE GUTS TO SAY ANYTHING TAPPING MY FINGER TO THE RHYTHM OF THE METRONOME COUNTING OPPORUNITIES Finding a random single guy in the grocery store shopping by himself wasn’t very common. Sure, there was, but they were all looking at the raw meats on what steak to cook on the grill. Elijah was currently wandering around in the fruit and vegetable area. It wasn’t even an aisle. It was a giant open area that was ironically rather crowded. He hated these trips. They were essential for him to eat at home, but going around at this time of day was probably the worst decision he could have made. This happened to be the time of day where all the moms were getting off of work with their eighteen screaming spoiled children running around. Then the moms barely paid attention to the kid. He felt for them when they had so many and everything, but if you can’t handle that many, quit popping babies out like they were nothing. Of course, this was Elijah, who had no understanding of what mothers went through. Sabrers had been well handled. It was just a rich boy’s environment. He supposed he should have known better than to judge. But he couldn’t help himself. If people were going to judge him, why the hell wouldn’t he judge other people? Two wrongs may not make a right, but two negatives equaled a positive. A saying that he loved to point out to all of the people who said that. At the time, he said it in his snarky little asshole attitude he had when he was in high school when he thought he was a firetamer. Now he said it in his sarcastic bitter attitude he carried with him everywhere. Which was probably not making this oh so exciting shopping day any easier for him. He was just staring at everyone else. A couple of old men were sitting and chatting right in front of the carrots (and he needed those damn carrots because his weird ass cat decided that it was half vegetarian). That annoyed him. Some very large woman was trying her best to squeeze herself between him and the stand. Did everyone just decide they were going to be at the same place he was? This was annoying. Grumbling under his breath, he finally got the carrots and set them on top of the cat food. His tall stance made it easier for him to navigate himself through there, but all the same. He was checking out. Just as he was about to take a sharp turn, his foot stepped on the edge of this random small little bouncy ball. Elijah was a pretty big guy, so he grabbed the first thing to keep from falling, which unfortunately was the cart. With not a lot of things in the cart, what ended up happening was the cart tipping over with him and both of them falling to the ground. The ball bounced below him while there was a small child looking at Elijah like he was going to get beat. He expected some mother running over and saying sorry about the kid and all this. Or the woman would just call him over without an apology in the world. Which he expected. Damn ball. He grabbed the bouncy ball as the kid stumbled over a little bit and picked up the bag of carrots, offering them to Elijah. With a sigh, he crawled from under the cart and started putting everything back, including the carrots. The boy hadn’t said very much, but Elijah gave him the ball. ”Thanks kid.” He said, hoping that sounded general enough. The only real experience he had with small children was when Logan screamed at him to come and help her desperately. Because he had been better than his cousin. It really didn’t help him here though. He started to walk away and he looked back, seeing that the kid looked completely lost. No mother was claiming him. There was an older guy from a distance spotting him and that made Elijah extremely nervous. Cursing to himself, he twisted the cart around and came up to the small boy, ”Do you know where your mom is?” He asked. The boy looked at him and rapidly shook his head. Oh good some mother was probably too busy trying to figure out which macaroni and cheese box was technically cheaper and not paying attention to her kid. Of course. Now what was he supposed to do? However, even as he thought that, there seemed to be this type of call in the distance. Someone yelling. Gavin. Gavin. The kid perked up but couldn’t see over all the apples next to them. Elijah stood by the kid, not knowing to pick him up for the mom to see or not. But keeping himself between the other man and Gavin. He waited until the mother came screaming out before waving to grasp her attention somehow. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 877 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [SIDDA/KEL] AND HERE WE GO <333!

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] afraid to feel a thing | tag: EMILY/ELIJAH | ENOUGH words | outfit | Notes: HERE COMES ANGRY MAMA It couldn’t have been more than a minute that Gavin was missing. Luckily the grocery store wasn’t gigantic and there wasn’t many places he could wander off to. Gavin had always been the nervous type around people he didn’t know – especially men – and Sidda hoped he wouldn’t go far because of that fear. Someone had probably tried to talk to him and ask him where his mom or dad was, which would definitely cause him to stop right in his tracks and stare at the speaker. As long as he didn’t wander outside – he wouldn’t do that, Sidda kept telling herself, because he was a bright boy and he knew better – then she’d find him. Preferably soon than later. People must have thought she was crazy though, what with the running and shouting through the aisles. Maybe it wasn’t the correct way to react to her son being missing, but when it came to Gavin, it didn’t matter if Sidda looked certifiably insane. He was the most important person in the world to her and she’d never be able to live with herself if something happened to her son. There were a lot of people who looked down on her for being a single mom and thought the worst of her because of the poorer living conditions she and Gavin had. What they always seemed to fail to realize was how much effort Sidda put into to make sure they had even that. It wasn’t easy being a single mom, especially in an economy that made it hard to live off of only one paycheck. As long as people didn’t outright say they thought Sidda was a bad parent to her face, she could deal with judgment like that. People could have their own opinions and as long as they didn’t try to confront her and tell her she was raising her kid wrong or something, then whatever. It was the moment when people tried to step in and tell her how to do her job that set Sidda off. If people weren’t in her shoes, then they had no right to tell her how things should be done. She couldn’t help but feel as if there were some people in the grocery store who wanted to do just that after seeing this little spectacle. It wasn’t like Sidda had all that much time to worry about it though, seeing as how when she rounded the corner of the one aisle and headed towards the produce section, she saw Gavin standing next to a tall guy that seemed to be trying to get her attention. “Gavin!” Sidda yelled again, the clear relief she felt melting into her tone. She ran over to Gavin and scooped him up despite the fact he was starting to get too big and too heavy for her to pick him up, momentarily ignoring the man who had been standing with her son. “Gavin, baby. We’ve talked about wandering off. You know you can’t do that. You scare mommy,” Sidda reminded Gavin, using one hand to push the hair out of his eyes while he concentrated on the bouncy ball in his hand. He held it up to her then as a way to answer why he had wandered off, seeing as how Gavin tended to clam up whenever there were strangers around. As helpful and bighearted as the boy could be, it often took him awhile to warm up to people to the point where he would actually interact with them. Sometimes Sidda felt as if it was her fault he was like that, since she was almost always working and he was used to socializing with only a select group: her, his babysitter, Emma, and his kindergarten class. After checking Gavin out to make sure there was nothing obviously wrong with him, she glanced back up at the guy. Sidda couldn’t say he looked all that happy, but then again, who would be happy about having to be responsible for a wandering five year old? Not many people. “Thank you so much,” Sidda said, a grateful smile on her lips. “I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you standing with him until I could find him.” The gratitude clear in her voice and Sidda genuinely meant it. The news was constantly reporting the bad in the world and it made it seem like a scary place out there, especially for little kids who sometimes didn’t know better. It was people like this guy who often made Sidda think differently. There could be bright spots in the world, and here was one of them. She wished there was more she could do to thank him, but what was there, really? Other than telling him how grateful she was, of course.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] OLD ENOUGH TO FALL FLAT ON MY FACE WHEN I WALK AS THEY CRAWL SOMETHING DOWN GOT THE GUTS TO SAY ANYTHING TAPPING MY FINGER TO THE RHYTHM OF THE METRONOME COUNTING OPPORUNITIES One of the biggest fears of the regular every day high school boy was getting someone pregnant. Being a dad wasn’t exactly one of the things that high school boys generally succeeded at. There was a saying- a woman became a mom when she became pregnant. A man became a dad when he saw the baby for the first time. Elijah disagreed. He wouldn’t know what to do if something like that were to happen. Seeing most of these moms wandering around… made him wonder where the damn father was. He had a functional family (except for the little element of himself but parent marriage wise, they were okay) so he didn’t understand what was so hard about it in other families. He didn’t understand why it was so hard for people to keep it in their pants or use protection. Not that Elijah really did, since most of his little one nighters was when he was wasted, but the lucky news was that most of those women took birth control anyway. It was something that Elijah was glad to have never experienced. It wasn’t like the mother of this lost child was winning Elijah’s version of mother of the year. Rather the kid wasn’t disciplined enough or the mother just didn’t care. Since he had little experience with children, he had no idea how they could be so careless. He didn’t even remember a time where he had been as carefree and oblivious to the world. His childhood had been a big blur to him. The most he remembered was his little sister burning the hair off of his head. The curse fire had burned more than it should have, and now he knew why. At the time, it had been a great mystery that just sparked the fears of him being human. They never really expressed this fear because they didn’t want him to worry as well. That didn’t end up being the best card. Even parents messed up every once in a while, but what if Elijah had been a weird creep? He should be reporting the kid to the front desk so the mother would have to go through authorities. That’d teach her. He didn’t have enough time to take out that decision. The most he managed to get out was a couple of looks around. This woman looked frantic and so thrilled to have her son back again. More than likely so she wasn’t going to get in trouble for a missing kid, huh? Elijah wondered how many more she had. Two, three? A dozen? By her figure, he guessed that she hadn’t had too many. Or she worked out quite a bit, but with that many kids, how could one have that time? Though again, Elijah wasn’t sure if he would be able to tell what this woman was like. So far, the first impressions she was giving him wasn’t all too swift. She was a beautiful woman, he’d give her that. It was a cute kid, he supposed, as far as kids went. Elijah just gave her a hard stare down, glancing at the place where the other man had been earlier. He was gone. Yeah, make Elijah a hero all someone wanted to. He would easily pout about anyone daring him to call Elijah a hero. He was no hero. Heroes would have told the woman take better careful and perhaps smiled a conversation. Elijah’s stare was still pretty hard, his blue eyes cold and unforgiving. It wasn’t like him to keep his opinions to himself. By the time she left, she would know how he felt about this entire thing. The boy showed the ball to his mother. Elijah glanced at the reason for the forming bruise on his hip. It probably wouldn’t have been as big of a deal if he hadn’t been trying to recover from the winterball. Everything was pretty much healed, but there was still some pains that bothered him on it. Plus, he was pretty sure some of the cat food leaked because he could smell tuna on himself. At least the carrots made it. ”Yeah, you lucked out this time.” He told her with little amusement. Elijah took the gratitude with a little bit of a softer look, but unfortunately, all his mind could focus on was the reason he had to do all of that. ”I wonder, what was so important?” He said with a small tone of mocking and challenge. Maybe if he got her to say it out loud, he would get her to see where he was coming from. Or she would get defensive and in his face, which he was also expecting. Most mothers thought they had enough on them to be all full of pride. Please. It was something earned. Elijah hoped that she would only improve from this, but he doubted that one incident was going to change her entire life perspective. It was still worth the try. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 830 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [SIDDA/KEL] AND ITS SO HARD FOR ME TO BE MEAN TO SIDDA </3!

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[atrb=border, 0, true][atrb=style, width: 420px; background-image: url(http://i1104.photobucket.com/albums/h334/forestofmagic/Backgrounds/wp_damask_187.gif); border: 10px #414141 solid] afraid to feel a thing | tag: EMILY/ELIJAH | ENOUGH words | outfit | Notes: HERE COMES ANGRY MAMA Sidda was extremely lucky. She knew she was. Whenever she heard awful things on the news – especially things like missing or kidnapped kids – she always assured herself that it wasn’t ever going to happen to her. She felt bad for the parents, of course, but was glad it didn’t happen to herself or people she knew. That kind of stuff happened to people who were far away, who weren’t Sidda and Gavin and she always told herself it never would. It was the only way the young mother could convince herself that there wasn’t danger lurking around every corner and that she could let Gavin go out of the house without worrying that something bad was going to happen. A moment like this though, with her back turned for a second and Gavin disappearing, reminded her how something awful could actually happen to her sweet, little baby boy. Even though Gavin couldn’t have been gone for more than a minute, minute and a half tops, Sidda must’ve run through at least a 100 different scenarios of what could happen to him, each worst than the last. By the time Sidda actually found him, it was all she could do to stop herself from bursting into tears of relief. She already looked like a crazy lady running through the store trying to find him and she didn’t need to further that stereotype. And then Sidda not only was able to find her child, she was lucky that the guy who found him first was a good person. She didn’t even want to think of the odds of Gavin’s helper being an awful person. They were probably higher than Sidda wanted to believe and that thought just made her want to lock herself and Gavin away from the big bad world where she knew her baby would be safe. Practical? Not at all. But to an irrationally worried Sidda, it was the best plan she could come up with. And she couldn’t even express the gratitude properly to the stranger, which was the worst. It was always so hard to express the deepest feelings like that. The best that Sidda could come up with was offering to help repair whatever trouble her son might’ve caused the guy. There really wasn’t much else. Sidda was about to mention that, but the guy beat her to it. In all honesty, she was caught off guard by the snippy remark. Sure, she guessed he had the right to be annoyed. Someone’s kid had just wandered over to him and caused an inconvenience during his shopping trip. Kind of a dumb reason in the mother’s opinion, but that didn’t mean that the guy thought so too. His opinion, not hers. But she guessed she definitely hadn’t expected him to say something to her face. Under his breathe maybe, but a lot of people didn’t seem to want to cause trouble over something so small. Not this guy though. No, the judgment was practically oozing off of him in waves, drowning Sidda. It caused her to switch to the defensive part of her personality. What right did this guy have to be making snap judgments about her? All he caught was a minute of her 5 years of parenting her child. He had no clue what her situation was like. All he had was an isolated moment to go off of. And yet he was addressing her like she was the worst parent in the world. Like she was self-centered and selfish, ignoring whatever her kid was doing because she was too worried over herself. Sidda couldn’t believe his nerve. He couldn’t be that much younger than her, no more than 5 years, Sidda would guess. But the mom would bet that their situations were entirely different, otherwise he wouldn’t be jumping to such conclusions. “Excuse you?” she shot back, really too offended to come up with anything else right at that second. It wasn’t often that Sidda got angry, but times like these were the exception. Unless someone was going through the same things she was right now, she didn’t think they really had any right to make opinions about her or how she raised Gavin. She really didn’t want to lose it in front of Gavin, either. He only ever seen her truly angry a handful of times, seeing as how he rarely did anything to warrant that reaction. Sidda slid Gavin so he was resting on her hip now, trying to keep him as much out of it as possible. Wouldn’t do much though; kid was too observant for his own good. “Not that it’s really any of your business,” Sidda started, doing her best to keep her voice calm and at a reasonable volume. “But I was helping out someone else who’s hands were more full than my own.” From the way things were going, that was probably going to make her a horrible person in this guy’s book. How dare she try to be a good person when she had a kid she was supposed to be monitoring.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] OLD ENOUGH TO FALL FLAT ON MY FACE WHEN I WALK AS THEY CRAWL SOMETHING DOWN GOT THE GUTS TO SAY ANYTHING TAPPING MY FINGER TO THE RHYTHM OF THE METRONOME COUNTING OPPORUNITIES It probably didn’t help that Elijah was basically a twenty-four hour grumpy old man. He liked to look toward the worse of everyone around him. He wasn’t sure if it was an attempt to make himself look better (as it didn’t make him feel anymore great afterwards), but it made the man pretty judgmental. Not completely judgmental. There were a couple of aspects of people he had learned not to look so downly upon. In fact, if anything, the beaten and the broken were the ones that gained the most of his sympathy. Because he had never really experienced it, single mothers weren’t on his list of broken. They had someone in their life. Life was harder than most and the father was a sworn bastard, no doubt, but the child at least looked up to them. Elijah wondered how important the child in her arms was to her especially after wandering off. He seemed to forget how worried she looked, but it could have very well been the look of not wanting to get in trouble. He felt his point was proven the more the mother talked to him. As soon as what he said left his mouth, she looked at him. Really looked at him as if she was about to drop the kid and leap. In fact, Elijah was half prepared for it. After being around supernaturals so long, he was also betting on this woman being a supernatural. It would only make sense. It would be his luck. Everything was a constant reminder to him of what he wasn’t and what he would never be able to become. The damn genes in his system causing problems. She was probably going to hunt him later. Or she would go ahead and look at what Elijah was saying and take his advice on it. That what her actions did wasn’t just effecting herself but someone else as well. He figured that she should have gotten that message by this point in the child’s life, but from what Elijah saw, it wasn’t the case. That was just the problem, wasn’t it? Elijah was basing all of this on five minutes of observing. He didn’t care. He didn’t even think about how long it had been. What was the worse that could happen if he was wrong about her? She would yell at him and Elijah would go on his way. That is somewhat where is logic was placed. If he was right, then he could have at least made sure that this boy was taken care of the way he should have been. Though Elijah had nothing to do with children. She seemed to take the side to be offended. He just kept a straight face and looked at her, unamused and in no way backing up or apologizing of what he said. Apologizing about what he said wasn’t really what he usually did. Oh good, she was a little hard of hearing. Elijah figured he better not repeat himself, ”Excuse me?” He told her, saying it as if he couldn’t believe what she was telling him. He made out a sarcastic laugh, rubbing both of his eyes like he had been talking to her all night. The man knew what was really his fault and what was someone else’s fault, and this was not his doing. In fact, if anything, Elijah was proclaimed a savior of some kind. Again, hero wasn’t really the world, but he supposed a good deed of some kind was done in the end. She placed the child at her hip, looking like she was trying to keep herself down. Elijah wasn’t sure if it was her holding back her temper or her trying to become a better defense. Either way, he was sure that she was thinking about something. Sometimes he wished he were an immortal so he wouldn’t have to wonder so much at times like these. Although he supposed he didn’t want to hear what others thought about him. Hearing it from those brave enough to tell him was enough for him to crumble and moan. Hearing thoughts of those not brave enough probably wouldn’t do him much good. ”Oh good. That makes me feel better.” His sarcasm wasn’t really proving anyone’s situation, but Elijah didn’t care. If he did, he would have stopped a long time ago, ”I just hope you can learn from this. He seems like a good enough kid.” He told her, not really meaning to talk about him in front of him like he was no longer there, but there wasn’t much else he could do. If this was going to be said, it was going to be said now in front of god and everyone. Elijah watched carefully for her next move, ready for whatever defensive mother bear was going to peek out. As long as she did that, he knew that she would think about it. Good or bad, no idea, but she would think. Who said he wouldn’t have been a good therapist? If only he didn’t like biology more. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 847 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [SIDDA/KEL] AND ITS SO HARD FOR ME TO BE MEAN TO SIDDA </3!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #f1f1f1 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] OLD ENOUGH TO FALL FLAT ON MY FACE WHEN I WALK AS THEY CRAWL SOMETHING DOWN GOT THE GUTS TO SAY ANYTHING TAPPING MY FINGER TO THE RHYTHM OF THE METRONOME COUNTING OPPORUNITIES Back in high school, getting one of his girlfriends knocked up was one of his worse fears. He couldn’t imagine going home to his parents and trying to explain all of that. Especially since at that point, he hadn’t cared if they were human or not. Having a human have his kid. It all seemed ironic now considering it was his own species, but at the time, it was voodoo. Sabrers didn’t do it. The Ellis family was pretty strict in that manner as well but since the family had been in friendly competition at the time (before the whole engagement thing), it just made it harder for him to be with a human. People wondered why he was making such a big deal out of being human in a supernatural house hold. They didn’t know the looks on his parent’s faces when he had to explain. No, he hadn’t been able to look at them. He knew they were thinking they breeded some outcast. Some ordinary human. Elijah could have discovered the cure for cancer, and it never would have made up for that. Much how he didn’t understand the situation now. Elijah was going to go with what he was looking at and what he had experienced in the background. He had seen the type of girl who got pregnant and was a single mother. Most of the time, it was just not being careful. Very rarely was there a sad love story on first time or something. Though she looked like she would be rather respectful, Elijah knew better than anyone the difference between how something looks and how something is. More irony on his comment. Perhaps if he would just look past all that, he would see the truth. Even if he did, there was a less likely chance that Elijah was going to back down. If he was going to make an ass out of himself, he was going to continue to make one out of himself. It seemed better than admitting he was wrong. Admitting he was wrong was too much like the typical day of Elijah Sabrer. Always wrong. Always the one to misunderstand things. How could the poor human understand anything? The sad, poor fellow. Elijah was trying not to be too loud with the matter. Just because she was a mother who just let her kid wander off without a trace in the world, there was no reason to further embarrass her. Elijah just wanted to make sure that it was something she was able to take home. Something to think about next time they were shopping through isles. She should have known all of this by now by the looks of the boy’s age, but he supposed some were slower than others. Maybe something like this hadn’t happened before. Elijah wasn’t the type to embarrass people in a large crowd like that. Like a good man, he was going to pull her aside instead of show her off in front of the public. However, now that she was getting defensive over it, Elijah couldn’t help if he could hide it or not. If she was going to make a big deal out of it, let there be whoever. Was she serious? Was she way too vain to see what just happened? Elijah could have been a terrifying guy. Bye goes her kid, he was sorry to say. For the sake of the kid, he was very glad he wasn’t like that. This was no small matter, and she talked as if it was. Elijah wasn’t sure if he should just say bluntly what he meant or let her try to figure it out so it would mean more. By the way this was going, he saw the way he was going to have to go, ”Nothing’s wrong with your kid.” Which was true. He didn’t mean that the kid was wandering around like that. Elijah had seen a kid being himself. Even tried to help him out after he fell over with his cart and everything. Probably another reason Elijah was looking at this the way he was. Getting killed by a little bouncy ball wasn’t one of his proudest moments. Then again, when was anything in his life then a proud moment? ”I’m saying you should probably watch out for him a little more carefully.” There was almost a defensive growl in his voice. Something he wasn’t really expecting from himself. Ah well. He saw her almost hiding the kid from him. Really? If he was really that bad of a person, it would have been long gone already. That brought a little more defensive side out of Elijah. Of course he kept his hands to his sides. Elijah may not have been a firetamer, but he had the infamous firetamer temper. Temper or not, he knew his manners, but his words were quite the hits toward her anyway. Off of his high horse? No, he didn’t understand, but he could look around and know something was going on when he saw it for his own eyes. ”I don’t have to understand it. I can see very well for myself.” He challenged furthering on the chance he was going to get smacked right and left. He was already head into it though. It wasn’t like a Sabrer to back out. THIS TEMPLATE WAS MADE BY SERENA. THIS POST HAS 891 WORDS FOR THE LOVELY [SIDDA/KEL] AND ITS SO HARD FOR ME TO BE MEAN TO SIDDA </3!

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