Rude - Grayson Dolan

03 - "almost like strangers"

Grayson

She is not just a woman. For she has the ability to take your breathe away within an instant and breathe life into you at the same time.

I missed her. I thought it was inhumanly impossible to miss someone that much however I did. I missed everything about her, I missed the way she would make me go insane, I miss the way her body responded to mine, I miss the way her lips felt against mine, I miss catching her off guard, I miss holding her hand and calling her up even if was just to hear her voicemail knowing that she wouldn't answer. I didn't realise how much I missed her until this moment.

This moment where she's so close to me but so far away from me. This moment where she looks so much like an Angel. This moment where I am blinded by her beauty and cannot see anything beyond her.

"Is that her?" Archie asks beside me, his hands gripping the glass of water that he drinks and I face him in all his soberness.

"Who?" I ask, my eyebrows arch at his question before I take large gulp from my own water, hating the plain and bland taste.

"The girl you've been staring at for the whole time." He pushes and I clench my jaw when he pushes his shoulder into mine, trying to get pissed of at his joking gesture. "Is that Angela?"

My eyes return to her. My heart beginning to pick up and my stomach churns with sickness as I admire her beauty. The moment that I would finally see her after so long is all that got me through all the shitty things that came to me. This moment is what I lived for. I have been living for her.

"It is." I tell him, putting my glass back in its place on the table and I ignore the water that falls onto the back of my hand.

She hasn't changed at all since I last saw her. But fuck, it's like she's a different person. She should be sitting next to me, not over there.

Her hair looks darker and slightly longer however it is still curled the same way. Her skin also looks a lot paler than what it was, I can imagine it is the English weather and that the American sun has not touched her pure skin. Her beauty never fails to amaze me.

"Go over to her, man." Archie nudges into me even further as though he is purposely testing my fucking patience.

"No." I shake my head, my eyes look away from her to look at the water that swirls as I move the glass in a circular motion out of boredom. "I don't think she would want to talk to me."

"That was three years ago." He reminds me, his hand now patting my shoulder and I tense at the gesture, not really being a "bro" type of guy. "She's probably over it by now."

"You have know idea. She just doesn't get over things, especially the things that I did to her." I gulp, my eyes wanting so desperately to look at her but I know that if I look at her again I will never be able to remove my eyes. "She didn't even reply to my fucking letter."

"Yeah, I guess you're right then." Archie shrugs and I looks towards him with a frown. "She's probably been fucking a different guy every week and is totally over ya', there's no chance you'll ever get her back. She hates ya'." He chuckles and I give him a cold glare.

"Don't fuc-" I begin to say however I see Eveyln's dark hair in the corner of my eyes as she runs towards me, a playful giggle falling from her lips and she holds her ends of her dress.