A HEART worth fighting for

Chapter 1

Brent Saunders checked his watched while tapping is left foot impatiently. How long does it take a person to make a cup of coffee?, he wondered impatiently. "Here you go sir". The brunette girl behind the counter whispered timidly- he figured his expression showed exactly how he was feeling. He nodded and forced a smile, realizing she might be new as her name tag reading "Ana" was clipped on backwards. He couldn't help the genuine smile that crept across his lips as he went in search of a table at his favourite cafe "Your Choice".

As he walked toward a table his thoughts wandered back to the reason why he was in a new country, a new city, a new aspect of his life leading to God knows where. He had decided to leave England in pursuit of his dream to become a professional pianist, the best in the industry, and the pianist of choice!

He couldn't help but frown as he remembered his father's parting words. "You know where to find us as soon as your senses resume functioning". He had just hugged his mother who seemed to be on the verge of tears, looked his dad in the eyes and mumbled a bittersweet "goodbye" to them both- walking away.

At the age of 24 Brent was proud of his accomplishments, a double degree in performing arts from England's top university was no easy feat but he had worked extremely hard in realizing his dreams this far. His parents were adamant that he should stay in England and continue in the "family business" - a chain of five star hotels across the UK, as he was more than welcome to the ownership of any one he desired. 

A scowl emerged across of his handsome, rugged features as he shook his head at their lack of understanding. His parents  just didn't realize his impending need to make a name for himself, independently. Preferably in the industry which he loved and had a strong passion for, music. It had pained his heart to limitless extremes to see his mother crying but he just needed to do this on his own and hopefully with time his parents would understand. 

It had been a long and frustrating three months preceding his journey to America. He had been so happy when his college batchmate invited him to stay with him for a few months as he "got his feet on the ground" so to speak.

Karl had been insistent that they recapture a glimpse of old times.  College had been exciting for him, the girls, glamour and the gin! The three Gs that encompassed collge life for the typical male. He had met his ex girlfriend Lisa during his final year and was amazed at how well they hit it off. She was short and slender with jet black hair and equally dark eyes. Her smile lit up his days and turned his nights into a welcomed joy.

They did everything together, from studying to partying! He wasn's a fan of dancing but for her it was a willing exception. They had big dreams, edging on the hope of a lifetime together. They were empitome of an epic realtionship, everyone envied that special love they shared. Yes they had their arguments but it never escalted to anything major. He loved her and she loved him just as much.

He'll never forget that fateful Valentine's Day. He had decorated their dorm with thirty red and white roses, thirty red scented candles and thirty heart-shaped pictures of them together at different events. The thirty represented how long it took him to fall inlove with her and also how many days it took him to gain the courage to ask her out.

He can still remember how she stood satring at him as if he had grown a third eye before replying 'uhm...sure..I guess..maybe...YES!' The thought made him smile she had such a winning personality, all who knew her loved her and all who didnt wished they did. She was his sunshine through storms and his krytonite!

He had decided to propose to her by hiding a ring in her lingerie drawer. He was sure she would be dressing up for being the die hard romantic she was. He had just been about to call her when his cell had rang. It was was the police station, informing him that there had been an accident. He recalled all the blood rushing from his body as he listened. Even before the officer spoke he felt it in his gut. The bond had been broken, the connection pulverized, his Lisa was gone. He could feel his eyes getting glossy, as he closed them in an efforty to keep the tears at bay...