Sawyer woke up with a massive headache. Not having any ideaabout what had happened the night before, he walked into the kitchen without a shirt on.
The most he could figure was that he had gotten drunk in a bar somewhere, and managed to get home somehow. But his thoughts were stopped when he looked up.
Only to find Cecilia already there. All he could do was stare at her and make useless and hopeless hand gestures.
"Don't hurt yourself Sawyer. " she said, a grin on her face at his confused state.
Since he truly looked confused beyond proper words.
"Wha- , when? Why you? Why are you in my house?" he managed to get out are a few failed attempts.
She laughed a little and pointed to a seat at the the island in the middle of the kitchen. "I helped you get home last night. You were highly intoxicated," Cecilia said with a small giggle, that made his heart stop beating.
But when she reached forward and pushed his jaw closed, it was to much. Sawyer froze, and he started thinking.
BAM!! REALITY CHECK!!!!
"Everyone close to me dies, or their lives are ruined. She's to perfect, I have to leave. She's going to die. Or get hurt. It'll be my fault. Oh God!" he thought,his thoughts were jagged and not really making sense.
Sawyer pulled away from her, seeing the quick look of hurt flash across her face. Before it was gone, replace by her normal look.
"I'm sorry, it's just," he said pausing and looking down at the ground.
"I don't like you," he thought. But it wasn't true, very far from the truth to be honest. However he never knew how hard those four seemingly simple words could be.
She was still waiting though. Still looking at him. Her gaze frozen on him. Still waiting for an answer that she seemed to already know.
"I.................can't be around you anymore. You do something to me," he mumbled, not able to look her in the eyes. He didn't want to see her face.
Couldn't bring himself to look up.
After a small sigh, she answered. "Well, I didn't know that you felt that way, but know that I know. I won't waste anymore of my time,"
It was all she said before walking to the door and leaving him alone in the kitchen to really think about what he had just said. And it all kept shoving together again and again. But one conclusion still rang true.
He had to get of there.
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Playing With Fire
Lãng mạn26 year-old surgeon Sawyer Briggs had it all. A dream job, lots of money and most importantly a beautiful wife and son. That is until his wife was killed in a robbery. After that his life went to hell. Sawyer built a wall around his heart, and it co...
