Breaking Her Cold Walls (completed)

Chapter 8

A week passed by fruitfully. There were a few times where Nathan and Sandra ran into one other, but they just sent the other a quick wave, smile or a small hello.

Nathan was finding it awkward to interacted with her because he was genuinely embarrassed by his actions and outburst that day. He still felt like an idiot.

The worst was that he had revealed to her that he was an orphan and he used to be homeless. Not many knew his intimate secrets and he felt outrage for telling her about the darkest parts of his life.

An entire week passed by and his mind was still haunted by the face of the mysterious beauty next door. Her cries and the way she broke down still was very fresh in his head. He was unable to focus on anything.

The sequel that he was supposed to write was still only five chapters completed, with his editor constantly nagging at him to complete it soon. He had plenty of inspiration to write, but it wasn't about his story.

No, he wanted to write poems after poems about a certain pair of memmerizingly cold brown eyes, her dark red lips, the way that black dress accentuated her curves and those never ending miles of long legs.

Her long chocolate locks that he just wanted to run his fingers through. He wanted to write endless poems about the real her hidden beneath those brown eyes that intrigued him so much.

He wanted to write about the way his heart skips a beat when he glances at her, the way he wanted to do so many things to her if she was his.

His eyes widened at that and he mentally scolded himself for getting so carried away because of a particular woman next door. With a load groan, he attempted to write the next chapter of his book.

On the next house, Sandra stared at her computer screen in a daze. "How can a certain pair of blue eyes be so deep?", she asked dreamily as she remembered the intensity of those sky blue eyes.

How can an indirect confession shatter her entire facade? She wondered. The moment he said that he was an orphan and he used to be homeless, something in her just vanished.

It was a kind of moment where realization hits you hard in the face, the impact is so solid that it awakens you up. It took her eight years to realize that none of this was her fault.

That she does have a right to live her happily ever after like everyone else in this planet. That she was not the only one who has been dragged to hell and back.

The way he passionately shouted against her accusations proved that what he had been though was very personal and meant a lot to him. She noted that it must have meant that Nathan must have a poor youth once and yet here he was, high on the rooftop.

She found it commendable and inspired. She still remembered his words, "I had to work hard to get to where I am today." Those very words put her to shame.

Sure, she had worked very hard to remain strong, to rise above the storms, to get to where she was today. But in return, she hid herself deep inside.

She forgot how good it felt to do simple things, like smile, laugh, be happy. She hid herself behind a mirror and Nathan somehow broke her curse.

It was like she was in a trance and suddenly, she felt uplifted and liberated. She felt something.

She felt her heart beat fast whenever a certain blue eyed man came into her sight. Even the very thought of him made her feel excited.

He invaded her thoughts day and night and for once in her life, she wanted to do something other than be in despair.

Her legs quickly dashed over to the kitchen as she flipped through a few cook books. She found a simple cheesecake recipe and she was excited to execute. "Cheese, tick, flour, tick, two eggs, tick, vanilla essence, tick, butter, tick, sugar, tick.", she said loudly and grinned as she mixed all the ingredients up. "Good to go.", she said happily as she placed the tray inside the oven and baked it for half an hour. In the mean time, she was practicing on what she will say when she knocks on his door.