This story is a roller coaster events of Mary's life which has many romantics, horrific yet every girl's dream sort of events.
Read this story to find out about her. . !
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*****Past*****
Sometimes, you wish you can just turn back the time and correct your mistake. Yet, it is impossible because I don't own the freaking Time Machine.
I just wish I hadn't come into this shop.
I wish Dylan with this scrutinizing grey eyes looks at me and follows the trail of those leaked tears. He wiped my tears away with his thumb and hugs me. It was a kind of hug which has so many meanings, but one meaning is very clear:
I will always protect you.
Me being me, I hugged him back trying to control my emotions by taking deep breaths into his strong arms and protective hold.
"Why come here alone?" He asked me quietly, his fingers working their magic in my hair. I let him do to as his contend. I'm enjoying his warm embrace and don't want to face the world. Not yet.
"I just happen to see this shop on the way out. I didn't even know it exist." I said in his chest clutching his shirt like he will vanish if I let it go.
Dylan let go of a long sigh which indicates that he's in pain. I muster up enough courage and looked at me but the look of pain he gave me made me stumble. Thanks to his strong arms which again help me find my center, and then he looks at the shopkeeper which so much hatred that I'm thankful to be on the other side of the counter, who was witnessing all this, getting paler with each passing second.
"I think we should go." I said, trying to get of his hold and take his hand to move him out of shop but boy, he have other ideas. As soon as he gets the impression that I'm not crying anymore, he stands to full of his height and looked at shopkeeper for whom I'm worried now.
I don't know if it is me or everybody feel it this, but Dylan has a different air about him like in this stance.
Power.
Supreme Power.
Authority.
Dangerous.
Mysterious.
Murder.
Vengeance.
He seems to exclude his power, strength, and wealth. Any man would cower from his gaze he is giving to that shopkeeper, and I unconsciously step back from him only to collided with somebody else. Turning around, I find a man full in black giving me the same dangerous aura yet when he looked down at me, his features turn soft. He smiled and said in his thick Russian:
"You need to stay here, Madame."
I look back at Dylan and was surprised to see him move like the predator, reaching towards the counter not once taking his eyes from the certain shopkeeper, his stance as aggressive as a Lion.
