Runaway affair

If I Never See Your Face Again

If I Never See Your Face Again- Maroon 5

Ford (2nd Person POV):

That romance stuff never seemed to sit right with me. 

My mother and fathers relationship was on crumbling rocks way before my mothers passing. They fought what seemed like every night, one always getting too emotional and storming out of the house.

I didn't want to ever be like them. I never wanted to say I wanted a love like theirs because it ended in disaster. I remember covering my ears, trying to muffle the sounds of shouting while I cried away in my bedroom.

My older brother often snuck out, leaving me there to hideaway in the shadows of my room. I was scared, it had progressively gotten worse as I had gotten older. 

When I finally made the move to college, moving all the way across the country, there was no turning back. I was scared, afraid, I couldn't ever go back to the life I was living. Nor did I want to stop and think about it.

So I punished myself for the longest time. My family was broken and I was a part of that. but when I moved to California that all changed for me. 

Because I met you.

You were the girl who shied away in the corner, keeping to herself. Your head down, hoping to ignore the many people in the restaurant that noticed your appearance. I didn't know you then, not like I do now.

I didn't know the actress who played Wanda in Marvel movies, or the younger sibling of the Olsen twins. No, I knew the girl who smiled softly when you caught me practically gazing at you from the distance.

Therefore, I sat at the opposite side of the room paying you not too much mind after I did. You intrigued me thought and I wasn't sure why. I stole the occasional glances toward you but primarily focused on my time with Cal.

He was my first real friend there. Well of course next to you but that was different. Never did I think for a second that those longing stares would turn into stolen ones. I was too naive, too young to know what I was getting myself into.

Eventually, I worked up the courage to sit down with you the next time. The coffee shop on main was where we had our "first date". I could feel my palms growing sweatier and shakier as I approached you.

Especially after I caught a glance of Greg who sat at a safe distance to keep close watch. That was how we met, all those years ago it seems. I had just signed to club and you had just begun a new project for Marvel. 

Of course, you wouldn't classify two strangers who just had met sitting in a small shop, our first date. We did end up going on one though, to a smaller secluded place.

Where we could be free and unapologetically ourselves without any penalty for it. Back then we were in for it the real deal. Or so we thought at least. 

How did we end up here?

You laying almost completely on top of me sleeping soundly, while I held my breath hoping not to wake you up. The remnants of our clothes were scattered across your room, littering the whole floor.

I pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, slowing breathing in the familiar scent of you. Thoughts racing, I couldn't help but wonder what you were thinking or rather how you were feeling.

You and I, again? That was absurd, all things considered. 

Deep down I was still reveling in the feeling of a broken engagement. It didn't cloud my judgement by any means, if anything it pushed me to feel. 

No One POV:

Elizabeth shifted her weight, now baring down on her side as it pushed into his chest. The actress didn't hesitate to make herself comfortable in his arms. It felt like home again.