Chapter 3: chapter 3 Moving away Brittany
"Wait? Wait for you? You wish?" I said stomping my foot with all the fight which had left in me. And instantly regretted doing that because I tell you it's not a good thing to do when you are wearing a gown and heels. It pained like a bitch and I almost fell. I had to hold my car to balance myself.
With a perfect move, I swing open the door and took my hold of the steering wheel, locking the door.
As he took big steps toward my car, calling my name and started to pull open the door.
It felt strangely nice to hear my name from him. It felt familiar and warm though I hate this man now, never want him to stop calling my name. You get the idea right??
I sat there, with my eyes gazing at the steering wheel, He kept knocking on the window. When I didn't move an inch in the attempt of opening the door, he stopped.
"Count to 10, you can do this" I whispered to myself.
*1.2...3....4...5..6....7....8...noo..9....you can do this...10... Face him...11... Shit no... 12... Fuckit. LOOK AT HIM!" my brain shouted at me.*
*ICONIC!*
I turned to face him, thanking Gods of the window for this protection. And I looked at him directly in his eye and he motioned me to open the door.
I shook my head and refused. Just like a kid who is afraid of nights and refuses to go to bed alone.
*DARKNESS!*
I saw pain, pain in his eyes, as he let a harsh breath out. His chest rising up and down in slow motion. Reminding me to breathe as well.
*Going good!*
*Breath in.. Breath out...*
He stood there with his arms crossed over his chest, With a scowl and looked at me through the window for a few seconds, then motioned me to pull down the window. As if he was a master and I was a puppy I followed his instruction. Pulled the window down only half when his eyes darkened more, silencing me to pull down the window completely with a "Really!?" Look. After hesitating for a few seconds, I pulled it down fully.
And... And he leaned towards me. Inches close to me, and I looked at him, Taking in every centimeter of his face, Breathing in hard, After years, taking his scent in.
Looking deep in those brown eyes, surrounded by little black flicker, looking directly at me, which meant home for me once.
There was a new mark of a healed wound near his eyebrow, as my finger itched to touch it. I am sure his fights haven't stopped. He never changed, he can never change. Lite patch of beard felt unfamiliar on his face, it took my all strength to not feel his skin on my fingertips, And I held the steering wheel tight. Just in case I lose my control over my body and do something stupid.
As my eyes moved down to his lips, how much i have missed those lips, not just the touch of them on my body but the smile he use to give me, the way he use to pout which always use to leave my heart in a big mush,
The way he use give that evil smirk which use to take away my breath just like he is doing right now.
On my own my eyes moved back to his eyes.
He caught me staring at his lips. Fml!
He blurted out the least expected words.
"You don't have to leave because of me, you stay... I'll go"
Just like someone has slapped me on the back of my head, I was brought back to reality. Out of my own ecstatic world.
WHAT?! He said what?
I was pissed, pissed at him for even acting like he still cares about me.
"There are no more things do I because of you, not anymore," I said scowling at him until he stood straight. As if I have slapped him.
Moving away from the window as he took a step back. And I pushed the accelerator and left him standing there, alone.
"Nope! Not feeling as good as I thought I would feel" I shouted to myself as my eyes welled up.
Farther I moved, more the pain I felt, Farther the distance in between us, more my heart broke. And on their own, my eyes searched for him in the side mirror in urgency. Who knows after how long I will get to see him again.
I saw him standing there, laughing at my state.
As I read the words written on the mirror, with a loud laugh
"objects in (the) mirror are closer than they appear"
And allowed my tears to flow freely.
The more his reflection was moved away, the more pain I felt.
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