Broken and Fixed - (Conor McGregor)

Chapter 4

His eyes trailed off to the door which was opened several times by extroverts which enthralled him. They were young, they were loud and they were cheerful. He smiled widely as he stared at them because they reminded him of his boisterous youth. Fascinated he was and so he did not realise that the person who he was waiting for before had arrived and she was not empty handed. She carried a small, pleasantly wrapped gift with a wide grin as she walked towards him.

"I thought you would never come." Conor joked as he grabbed the gift which she handed him.

"How could I miss this opportunity of having a drink with my hero? What are we ordering?"

"Are you so keen on getting drunk?" He chuckled loudly as he unwrapped the gift. He had already drank a pint or two which was the reason for his slurry voice. "I would not disappoint you. I will order one of the best drinks around here for you tonight and you wouldn't regret it."

She watched him open the gift and his expression was priceless when he pulled out the tiny statuette from the box. It was a marble statuette in the shape of a falcon and on his left wing, the word 'NairGregor' was imprinted. He stared at it for a while, wondering what it stood for but he could not figure it out so he averted his gaze on her, looking for an answer.

She took the hint of his blank face and responded sweetly. "NairGregor; our last names combined. Mine is McNair and yours is McGregor. Creative, is it not?"

He nodded his head, running his hand across the smooth statuette and feeling its texture. It was a marvellous piece of art. Moreover, it signified the start of their friendship. "Anora, why do I feel so close to you?"

She was still. Her face turned a little red as she translated her thoughts into words. "I feel the same way Conor. I think it is because both of us clearly understand the world now. We understand the people living in it and we understand how to be successful. I cannot help it but feel so intimate towards you, and it feels as if you are the only one left in this whole world to care about me."

Conor immediately grabbed her hand after she completed her sentence and felt the warmth of it. He felt the shape of her delicate and fragile little fingers and smiled as he brought them towards his lips to kiss them one by one, slowly and passionately.

Each of his touch was soft. Anora's heart had never been so full of lust and her eyes, which she expected to be tearful, were full of joy. An amusing delight rushed through her bosom as her red lips curved into a lustrous smile, a source of seduction for Conor but he knew, it was impossible for him to be with this girl. She was engaged and he was married. This separated them greatly.

He jolted away her hand and wiped his lips after realising what he was doing. His eyes saddened and he looked away, but Anora had caught the glimpse of his eyes. She was embarrassed but her embarrassment was overcome by her caring nature for Conor. She did not know what to do or what to say to solve the situation, but it did not take Conor long to state his opinion.

"We cannot be together, Anora. I am a married man and you are an engaged young lady."

Her cheeks flushed red as her eyes started to widen up.

"I never said that we should be together. You were the one-"

"Yeah, and I regret it. I am sorry. I should be going. Dee must be waiting for me."

Conor grabbed the statuette and rushed out of the bar in a hurry. He was so flustered, but he could not blame himself. He was intoxicated and the liquor that he had taken was to be blamed in his case. In Anora's case, she did not know who to blame, nor did she know what to do. She blankly looked around the bar until she realised that she had no business there but when she had got up to leave, her fiancé's gaze met hers.

"Anora darling, what are you doing here?" Alistair sauntered towards her and held her hands in his.

But she pulled back her hands and scoffed with frustration. "Leave me alone Alistair. I can go wherever I want."

"Hey, I did not mean to offend you. I am sorry. Should I drop you home?"

"I have got feet to walk." Was her last response and she clomped out of the boisterous place. Her mind felt at ease as she escaped all the music and cheers but her heart was not at ease. Her immediate concern was Conor. Would she find him ever again?

Crossing the road, she sighed heavily and closed her eyes, breathing in and out. The weather was quite cloudy and dense, it was the cause of suffocation for her since she could not breathe normally. Suddenly, she heard a loud screeching of tyres moving into her direction and before Anora could react, a car came in contact with her body, pushing her with a tremendous force which was humanly impossible to oppose. Everything blanked out for her. Everything but Conor.