The One For Her

The One For Her ~ 1

"Clarissa Rebecca Thomas", I slowly whispered that mouthful of a name, savouring those words as they passed through my lips. Currently, I was sitting lazily on my swivel chair, wearing a dark business suit, leaning back.

I just received a phone call from my good buddy, Marc Deford. We spoke for a while over the phone talking about 'her'.

"She will be there", he announced.

I frowned.

I didn't like that bit of information.

"Is she alright?", I asked.

"Yeah, I think so. She's distraught but Tara said she's coming to the wedding."

I took a deep breath and ran my right hand over my face, frustrated.

"She'll be fine Alex. Don't worry about her. She's a strong woman". Marc continued. "So how are things going on with you? Will you be attending? Everyone we know will be there. They want to see you, too", he was referring to our friends and High School acquaintances.

Ten seconds had pass before I answered.

"We'll see. I got a meeting set on that day but I'll try my best."

"Okay buddy, see you there. And hey! Bring some presents!", Marc teased.

I laughed. He knew I always forgot that one.

"I already requested my assistant to buy them for me."

"Good then, Ciao."

"Ciao."

Then the call went off.

However, the frown upon my forehead remained.

She must be in a lot of pain. Grieving.

I took a deep, furious breath.

Feeling miserable and helpless myself.

I wanted to protect her, but how?

She doesn't even know me.

She doesn't even know about my existence.

I was just a shadow hovering around.

From a distance.

Watching.

Waiting.

And hopefully soon...

Winning.

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Fifteen Years Ago...

"Alex... Alex!", my friends kept trying to get my attention but I ignored them. It was our lunch break from class and all the High school students were sauntering around the cafeteria, loitering on the grounds and reading at the library.

I preferred to stay at the Gym. Practicing with our basketball varsity team during our free time.

My Judo practice was about to start in thirty minutes so I had to leave and ran like hell passing through the courtyard on my way to our School Dojo.

When someone caught my eye as I was fixing my gym bag. I hurriedly rummaged in my bag and searched for my Sony DSLR camera. I couldn't let this chance go.

Usually taking photos of them sexy girls with short shorts and tight jersey shirts during volleyball practice or of those cheerleaders with those skimpy cheerleading uniforms were my game.

However, my attention today was caught by this particular chubby girl with a ponytail, sitting alone on top of the bleachers, pouting her lips as if waiting for some miracle to come by.