CHANCES (Andrew Lincon Romance)

CHANCES ( Andrew Lincon Love Story)

I do not know Andrew Lincoln and the events of this story have never occurred

I stood there blinking not knowing what to do. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Run I thought.... just run. So that's exactly what I did. I spun around on my heels and moved towards the only exit sign I could see. I tried to weave my way in and out of the masses of people in the Conference Centre as fast as I could. I felt panicked and my feet like dead weight. As I neared the exit door I paused trying to get ahold of myself so I didn't look like some crazed lunatic. My cell went off and out of reflex I flipped it over reading the message.

**Im sorry. Give me a chance to explain. Just please don't go!**

Looking around me at all the people wondering about enjoying comic con I couldn't help but wonder how things had gone from simple to suddenly complicated. Exactly how I had become the butt of what was obviously some cruel joke. I guess at the beginning would be the best place....

If you had asked me two years ago I would have told you my life was right on track where it should have been. I was married to the love of my life Mike and we had two daughters just entering their teenage years. One could say we had the cookie cutter life. By that I mean we had a mortgage, dogs, kids, close family and good friends. It may sound boring to you but it was my little slice of life and I was content. Life was ordinarily normal. Ah normal what I wouldn't give to have normal again.

It was a cold windy mid November night and I had to work late. Much later than I had actually planned on so I just grabbed a pizza on my way home. When I got home everything seemed normal. The girls were watching TV so I sat the pizza on the table and went back outside to the back workshop to find Mike. When I opened the door a deafening loud whooshing sound pounding in my head. My stomach lurched and I nearly threw up. Tears streaming down my face as I stumbled forward. Groping around on the work bench I frantically searched for anything sharp enough to cut the rope. I could hear someone screaming ... Why...why....Mike what did you do. My numb fingers were so uncoordinated I could hardly dial 911. My mind knew he was gone but I just kept thinking if I could get Mike down I could save him. Finally through the fog of pain and fear I could hear the emergency vehicles and I knew the circus was about to descend upon what was left of my life. I whispered to Mike that I loved him, kissed his hand and walking to the end of the driveway and waited. Seconds later the ambulance came around the corner and all hell broke loose.

It seems so pedestrian to say the girls and my life were shattered. Loosing someone like that rips the person you were from your soul and replaces it with an empty shell. The person you were lost forever. The fallowing eight months were an emotion roller coaster to say the least. After everything was settled legally we listed the house and moved to a loft right in the city. We needed a change, some distance from what had happened. It was either that or burn the workshop to the ground. The hustle and bustle of the city was a welcome distraction from our dark past. Still as late I had began to notice the empty hallow feeling inside me seemed to grow daily. I knew it was because I missed that intimate connection that one has to their lover.

I was no where ready to date. I was still very much in love with Mike but still something had to give. So one night when I was sitting at the kitchen table I decided to down load a pen pal app. I typed in the usual bla bla message and pushed the mail icon sending my message out into the wide world of social media. Sitting there I stared at my phone I felt rather silly. I don't know what I was expecting but at least I could laugh at myself. Shaking my head I stood, gathering my stuff when I heard the beep signalling that I had mail. My note had travelled over seas and found its way to Zac from London England. So would begin months of messaging back and forth.

My phone went off again and without having to look I knew it was him...

**Im so sorry. I have left my guest pass for you at reception. It will get you into anything you want to see. I have press interviews for about two hours and then a break. Please just give me ten minutes to explain. Just give me a chance. Give us a chance. Don't go.**