A Love Lost

Gabriel

I liked having a sister. It was a break from all of my brothers. The only problem was that it was her. Anastasia was beautiful. The most beautiful girl I had ever seen. Her green eyes reminded me of the leaves of palm trees. She was not very tall. However, her skinny figure bore an illusion favoring the opposite. 

I invited her to the party because I wanted her to meet people and because I wanted to spend more time with her. She had only been in Spain six hours and if she were to ask me to do anything, I would. She was a complete mystery. The biggest mystery that I wanted to solve was the meaning of the four initials on her inner wrist. Throughout dinner, I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I knew it was unfair to steal her attention, but no one else willingly started a conversation with her. Through my questions, I discovered what life was like outside the bubble we had in the Costa Del Sol. Her tone towards her activities was almost painful like they were an obligation. She didn't sound to have enjoyed them. It was her tone that provoked me to ask her tonight as well.

As it drew closer to the time we needed to go, I made my way downstairs and waited for her.

"You look nice dude," Nicholas commented. "Where are you going?"

I saw the way Nick looked at Ana when she arrived. It was intense. He only looked at one other person that way. She's five years old and shared his blood. He was taken by her. How could he not be? She was like a Roman goddess from middle America.

I didn't want to hurt him, but I also didn't want to lie to him. "Ana and I are going to Pedro's gathering in Malaga." He didn't seem affected by what I said. He seemed indifferent.

"Cool, dude. Have fun." He said as he left through the front doors.

As the doors closed, I heard footsteps from the top of the stairs. They became louder, meaning she was coming closer. Then, there, all of a sudden, Ana stood at the top of the final set of stairs.

"How do I look?" she asked.

How could I put it so I didn't scare her? She looked amazing. The dark red top defined the curve of her torso. The short shorts were at just the right height so that they didn't reveal too much, but they left her long legs to drive me and possibly any other guy crazy.

"You look good," I said. Good was an understatement of extreme proportions.

I opened the front door for her and she walked ahead of me. Not so fast so that she could glance at me. Our gazes met and my body lit up like a firework. I felt the fabric of my pants grow tight. I had to reign it in for at least another month. I didn't want to scare her, nor did I want another guy to stake a claim on her. I was already possessive. Tonight would be a true test. God! Why couldn't have she been less pretty? Less desirable.

We drove in my red Porche. I would need it for the races later on. Unlike all the other girls who asked to take pictures with it and complained about their rides in the car, Ana sat without complaints. The sun was setting as we drove east. The colors of the sky highlighted her beauty and made her even more desirable. If that were even possible. We hadn't gone five minutes before we started asking each other questions. With each of her answers, I got to know her even more. As she kept asking me questions, I felt like my whole self was being divulged from my being.

We were five minutes outside of Malaga when I asked her the question I wanted to know the most. "What do the initials mean on your wrist?" She quickly moved her hand from its resting position on mine, on the gear shift, to cover it. She looked out of the window. "It means nothing." She said, her voice quiet but filled with emotion.

It was clear that the question had been too far. I wanted to slap myself for hurting her. I then realized that maybe there was more to her than meets the eye. All of the other girls I met gladly explained their tattoos. They were always impersonal and usually a mistake. Hers, Ana's, clearly was very personal.