Don't let go

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

I watch her.

I have been for two days now.

Something about this girl interests me.

I watch as she walks through the aisles of the grocery shop near her house. Her petite body moves gracefully and her long, dark brown hair flows down her back. The girl is really short, much shorter than me; probably around 5’2, but I like it. With me being 6’1 it’s not that hard to be shorter than I am.

She turns her head and I am now able to get a look at her face. I let my eyes wander over it, starting with her mouth. Its shape almost reminds me of a heart. Her lips are so full, that I immediately have the urge to kiss them. The girl has high cheekbones and a small nose.

Then my eyes land on hers. Oh her eyes. Their color is of a wonderful green with sparkles of gold in them. They have to be the most beautiful eyes, that I have ever seen, but I notice a hint of sadness in them. Something must have upset her. That somehow causes me to worry, even though I haven’t talked to her once.

Of course I watch her from a safe distance, hidden behind a shelf. She wouldn’t be able to see me, even if she wanted to.

For some odd reason I haven’t been able to get her out of my head since the day she saw me punching Dean in the face. Her beautiful face is stuck in my mind and I have absolutely no idea why.

That evening, when she looked at me shocked, with her eyes wide open, so innocent, it caused my heart to miss a beat.  That image has been popping up in my head over and over again for the past two days.

I’m ashamed to say, that I’m not doing this for the first time, watching her I mean.

Yesterday I saw her walking through the same park, where I saw her for the first time, again. Her hand was wrapped around a little girl one’s. She looked around five or six years old, probably her sister.

They looked genuinely happy together and were laughing all the time.

But I noticed that she glanced over her shoulder several times and she seemed to be searching for something or someone the whole time, they spent at the park.

I snap out of my trance and watch her again.

After placing something in her cart, the girl pushes it forward, right into my direction.

Not wanting her to see me, I quickly turn around to get away as soon as possible.

That turns out to be a mistake, because I collide with a middle aged woman and the basket she was holding in her hand drops to the floor.

“I’m really sorry ma’am.” I apologize and bend down to collect the items, which fell out of the basket.

“Don’t worry about it, it was an accident!” She assures me and smiles when I hand her the basket back.

After walking past her, down the aisle, I turn around to make sure the girl I’ve been watching hasn’t seen me, but apparently that isn’t the case.

Shit.

Her eyes meet mine. First she looks confused, like she is trying really hard to remember something. But when recognition hits her, those big, green eyes of hers widen and her mouth opens just a little bit.

Everything around us freezes and we just stare at each other. Her gaze is so intense that I want to look at everything but her, but I’m unable to move a muscle. Then I watch as her eyes roam over my face, just like I did with hers minutes ago. First she seems to study every single detail of my face, and then she goes on with my whole body.

I don’t miss the blush that appears on her cheek, which I personally think is adorable.

Her eyes meet mine again and I watch as she takes one careful step towards me. Then another one.

And just like she did two days ago, I walk away.

I don’t think about it, I just make my way out of the grocery shop in a fast pace and don’t look back.

Because I followed her home after she left the park with the little girl yesterday, I know that she is currently living at her parent’s house.

She looks old enough to be in college, so I’m guessing that she is just staying here over the summer, just like I do.

The reason I haven’t seen her around before, is probably because my parents only just moved here about five months ago.

After walking through the front door, I am greeted by my smiling mother.

That is one thing I admire about her, she is always so happy, the complete opposite of what I am.

To be honest, I can’t even remember the last time that I laughed. I don’t remember the last time that I was genuinely happy.

“Dylan sweetie, where have you been for so long?” Mum asks me after hugging me tightly.

“Nowhere special, just walking around, thinking, you know?” I vaguely answer and head for the stairs.

“Are you alright Dylan?”

I turn around to see my mother with a concerned look on her face. The look, that she has been giving me a lot in the past two years. I hate it. I hate to make her worry about me.

“Of course I am mum, I’m just tired. I think I’m going to lay down for a bit.” I assure her and continue to make my way upstairs.

After opening the door of the room, where I stay whenever I come back home, I take my shoes off, lay on my bed,  close my eyes and think about today’s events.

She saw me. That shouldn’t have happened.

But when our eyes met, it was intense. There’s no other word to describe it.

I think about the hint of sadness in her eyes and about how worried that made me. I wanted to comfort her, I wanted to be able to help her and make the sadness go away.

But there’s nothing I can do. I haven’t even talked to her once and she probably thinks I’m some crazy psycho. I mean she saw me watching her and she saw me punching someone in the face.

I’m going to have to apologize to Dean, he didn’t deserve it.

That’s what I do. I can’t control my anger, so I let my aggression get the best of me and take it out on other people. I just don’t know another way to deal with it.

I know that she wanted to talk to me today, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. Why would she want to talk to me anyway? I am not worth her attention.

Not anyone’s.

And that’s why I walked away. I’m not going to drag her into the mess, that I call my life.

It’s for the best.

So why can’t I just forget her?

The strangest part about this whole situation is that this mysterious, yet so beautiful girl causes me to feel something.

I find myself wanting to get to know her.

But I won’t allow myself to be happy, not ever again.

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A/N:

Sooo that was chapter three!

What do you think about Dylan?
I was really excited to write his POV and i really hope you liked it!

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Marlene <3