Stargaze Lovers (Romance novel)

On the terrace

"Amy?" He looks towards me and for a moment there's absolute silence. It's as if the air hollowed out and I was breathing in a load of bricks. I stare into his cold blue eyes, remembering how they'd turn a light sky blue when he opened his Christmas presents or when we shared out first kiss on the terrace, but I see none of that. His eyes remain aloof as if ice froze over them. Why?!

I don't know why he's being like this? It stings, but I'm determined not to show him.

"Hi Asher, how have you been?" I ask trying to act cool when everything inside me is anything but.

"Good" he says before turning away, effectively cutting our conversation off. He's hurting me with his curt replies and he doesn't even know it.

"Good, really Asher, six year later I see you and all you have to say to me is good! Where were you these last six years? Why did you never contact me? Did you forget me? Do you still love me, because god knows I've never stopped loving you these past six year, not one day. Did you miss me the way I missed you"

That is what I wanted to say for years, every time I imagined what I'd say to him if I ever met him again. But here is what I actually said:

"Good" I say as if I'm happy for him. I'm not, I feel hurt. I know it's a lame response, but what else do you say to your first love that hasn't wanted anything to do with you in the past 6 years?

"Asher- Asher are you listening?!" someone shouts down the line.

"Yes baby I'm listening, I'll try to come home early today" he say to this girl who I already knew I'd hate and I know I'd punch her if I ever meet her. But right now, at this moment, my heart feels like it was being broken all over again.
I guess I never really considered that he'd move on, but why wouldn't he after all it's not like he mine or anything. But then why does it feel as if my hearts is being broken into a million tiny pieces. He turns away as he continues his love talk, leaving me feeling even more hurt.

I desperately try to hide my tears as I repeatedly press the 8th floor where Goddman accountancy is located and the door slide open in a few second that feel like an eternal hell.

When the doors slide open I run into my office, straight to the receptionist desk. No one approaches me yet, and I'm grateful for the respite. I rub my tearstained face with a tissue and bury my heartache.

By burying myself in a mountain of work I think I can get through the day so I do just that.

After an apology for my lateness to my manager, I type up notes from last week's meeting, handle all the telephone enquiries and all the client appointments. After I was done, I finally pack up to leave; an hour after everyone else left. As I pack away I try to push away the thought that was Asher Wright. But that's not as easily done as it's said. I still remember that day on the terrace as if it were yesterday.

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My hands are clammy, my heart racing at a staccato beat, I look towards the edge of the terrace, where Asher is leaning against the railings; his back turned to me. I'm thinking of whether to go back, now that I'm here, I mean I don't even know him. As I step backwards, my footsteps giving away my presence. He turns around.

"Going anywhere?" he asks with a hint of a smile to his lips as if he somehow knows I'm worried about this rendezvous of ours.

"Nope, I'm staying right here" I say. I mean he's already seen me, so there's no way I can go back now. I just hope that the tremor in my voice doesn't give away my fear.

"Good. Come here then" he say eying the place where he wants me to be. And for some reason I go closer to him. I mean if he meant me any harm, he never would have protected me from Tania in the first place. I think he's at least earned this much of my trust.