If Only

Chapter 15

(Chris POV)

With every step I take away from her, it's like my soul is getting ripped apart from me.

I quicken my phase.

I can't be near her.

I don't want her to think badly of me again.

I didn't stalk her this time though. I was here for work and then there she was my bloom. 

Panicking. Shivering. Confused. 

It's like fate wanted to make me help her.

I never believed in love until I saw her.

Very casual to say that.

But nothing about her is small or casual.

She laughs, it's a wonder for me.

She cries, it's a heartbreak for me.

She goes quiet, it's torture for me.

She.

She is everything to me.

And seeing her like that broke me.

I couldn't sit back.

Trying to be a "good guy" which I am clearly not.

I wouldn't put the promise as my priority.

She.

She is my priority.

And I am going to any extent to make her feel safe.

She is my sole reason to make me feel like a person.

I can't leave this girl like she meant nothing when she clearly needs help.

I unbuckle my seatbelt and dash to her direction, I don't care to see the either sides of the roads and dash to her.

"Bloom", I call her and wrap her in my arms.

Brushing my hand over her head trying to calm her down. 

I am pulled out of my thoughts when I hear someone calling no no shouting my name.

Am I that desperate for her that I am even hearing voices?

I am becoming like those whipped men in those so called romance movies.

"Chris!!!", I hear a frustrated and loud voice shouting my name.

I turn back and find her there standing and catching breathe, looks like she ran all the way here. I am sure as hell my face is painted with the a shocked expression.

Did she really just come running for me?

The one she promised to never see again?

The one she looks with so much hate?

The one she was stalked by?

For me?

"Did you run here? How are you so fast? You should learn to walk slower?", she bombarded me with questions.

She is out of breathe and the urgency in her breathing. 

Why did she have to run all the way here?

I still stand there holding my car door half open in utter silence waiting for her to speak.

"Will you go on a date with me?", the question comes and I don't believe my ears for sometime.

"Pardon?", I ask again.

She fists her hands on either sides of her, light pink color rushing to her cheeks barely visible, a couple of inhale and exhale breathes and she says those words again.