All My Heart

Chapter 8 Part 1

AUTHORS NOTE:
[Hopefully y'all will have it all by Monday,
The Date
It’s finally time for the date. The date we’ve been waiting for since chapter one, I could have made it to the point where the wait is longer. But I wanted to get it over and done with.]

I was getting ready for the date when someone knocked on the bathroom door, my guessing it was Ben who decided to finally show up at our dorm.
“Ben?”
“No.” A rather gruff voice said.
“Who’s there?” I say slightly frightened.
“Guess sugar cube,“
“....” I remained silent for I knew that voice all too well.
“Why him?” He said.
“How.” That was the only word that was going through my head and from my mouth at that very moment.
“How did I find you?....Rather simple, more easy than you would have imagined.”
“You're a damn liar.” He said.
I was at a loss for words, he was right, I am a liar. And that’s how I live, off of white and or complete lies.
“C’mon sugar cube, let’s go home, I know you still love me.” He said more gruffly than before.
That indeed was not a lie though. And I shall not speak of this man’s name for it brings bad luck to only those who wish for it. Like the hearts he broke, same day every 1-2 years. Same type of girl; blonde, green eyes, slender body…nevermind that. I loved him dearly, I truly did, that was before he left out of nowhere. Everything, gone, I woke up; gone, I used to dream about him; gone, his clothes he wore; gone, pictures that were his, the blankets, dishes. All I found that was left was his ring, the very ring I still wear on my hand to this date. I did truly love him..I missed him, I missed him from the moment I awoke that very day. His voice continues to be a melody I missed, just behind that door.
“No.” I said solemnly.
“What?” was all he said till the door knob turned. He opened the door. For the first time in 5 years I see his face…still handsome as ever. With his back hair, and Heterochromia brown on the right, green on the left, the shoes that make him look 7’3ft when he’s actually 7’0ft exactly.  He steps forward slowly like a predator stalking its prey. Eyes filled with hunger and longing, my own eyes reflecting his. He was about to take another step towards me before a knock made him come to a halt.