He hammered impatiently at my door. 11pm. Can't people even sleep now?!
"Carla, let me in... Please let me in. I need to talk to you," he begged.
"Fine, but I'm only doing it because you're waking everybody in Victoria Court up," I replied sleepily.
I sat up from the sofa and took a swig of wine from my glass before opening the door. He looked relieved when I finally did.
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"I know you're worrying about if we were together and I fully understand why you're so reluctant to give me a chance..."
She couldn't cope with how kind and caring he was being with her.
"You don't understand. You don't understand it at all," she told him.
He took a step forward but she made sure he kept his distance. "Do you know what your problem is? You can't live with the idea that someone might leave," he told her gently.
"People always tell me to be optimistic, not pessimistic. To stop looking for a negative in every situation- there's always a negative, believe me. If I let myself be optimistic then it makes it feel worse when something bad does happen, if I am pessimistic then I feel more prepared. Someone ALWAYS says or does something to diminish my short-lived happiness. Don't try to tell me what to do because there is a reason for EVERYTHING that I do and say," she explained.
He didn't respond to this except from giving her a sympathetic look.
"You're a good person, Carla. Brilliant company..." He stopped talking for a few moments as he stared into her emerald green eyes. "And you're beautiful," he finished.
