"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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ANNA
Or so I thought.
I listened in as a few frustrated sighs seeped through the closed door, he shifted his weight around quite a few times before three sharp knocks rattled the door.
I didn't answer.
He tried again. This time, knocking ...softly? I guess. I covered my mouth trying to stop myself from laughing. Sometimes I enjoy his struggles-when he doesn't know how to handle his emotions or communicate what his heart is processing.
It's sad. But, I still love him. Nothing ever challenged our love like this uncertain disaster.
But I know, it's definitely taught me a lot, and who I'm dealing with.
"Who is it?" I asked, even though I knew who it was. He sighed,
"Little Dove, it's me ." the deep voice answered. A smile tugging at my lips at the name he pulled. My fingers remained on the door knob. Another sigh came through.
"It's Michael."
I opened the door, his dark-colored eyes and a familiar, tightly pressed mouth greeted me.
"I'm sorry. This might not be how I imagined it will go. I just-can I come in?" he cut through, scratching the back of his neck . It wasn't until now that I noticed he had on a sweatshirt with matching pants, his curly hair was so fluffy and it was quite grown compared to how he normally had it shorter on the sides. I like it, And that beard his spotting.
I wanted to run my fingers through his thick hair and tug on them slightly-
Earth to Anna.
I raise a brow, teasing him. "you're still here?"
"Yes." He breathed, looking over me. "I'm sorry, Anna-"
"You should be."
While there are many, many things that can hurt me. He was the last person I ever thought could do such a thing to me. Then again, pain is something we all experience in life but when someone you love deeply and care about hurts you. That's different. The sting never goes away.
" i made a mistake—"
"You did. A huge one, pretty boy."
No matter how hard I tried to focus on myself and the fact that I was going on this journey alone, my mind kept drifting off to him-to the plans I had for our little family. To the hard work I put in to have a family of my own where it felt like a home not because of bricks and stones but because we loved each other and cared deeply for one another. But that wasn't enough. the people you claim to love, have to be the priority.
Sacrifice.
He knew what that word meant but used it wrongly at times. He would let go of anything else but his responsibility and dedication to his work-and I don't mean to sound selfish but there should be a limit, your family shouldn't feel neglected or your work shouldn't be the reason why you shove your problems aside. The CEO of six multi billion companies-Money?-you can have it. But, It can't give you everything. When it comes to love, respect, trust-feelings, emotions things that involve the heart and soul of people? You work for them, in order to earn it. It takes time. You can't just buy them.
