Train Of Thought: Delayed

Just something I've been thinking of writing into a novel, probably won't happen

When she reached the balcony, she peered over the edge. what she saw caused her breath to catch. 

A way out of this all. 

200ft below, the surface of the ocean, the ripples reflecting the moonlight almost making up for the of stars in the night sky. the trouble was could she really do it?

She climbed on top of the old concrete banister and stood fixated on the glossy surface below her. She exhaled shakily and spread her arms out to her sides showing off her full arm span, which was not that magnificent or even remotely out of the ordinary. 

As she stood like a bird waiting for the wind to sweep her away, decide instead as she was still not convinced, the clatter of a door and grunts of a quarl could faintly be heard over the pounding of the heart in her ears, adrenaline building in her veins coursing its way around her body.

She took a deep breath and everything seemed to slow, time stilled for the moment her heart and the moment her heart and the commotion going on behind her quietened. She closed her eyes and the world tilted backwards sending her tipping forward, the wind seeming to come to life and roar loudly in her face. Just before her shoes lost friction on the banister, arms wrap themselves protectively around her abdomen pulling her back from the edge to safety. 

Her eyes snap open, body tenses as the bliss she found herself in was broken. 

Then she started to struggle to free herself from the strangers' grip but it only tightened, although the hold was strong it was careful, not crushing though obviously not intending to hurt her. The stranger began the murmur something into her ear, the tone sounding calming and strangely familiar a voice she'd never thought would ring in her ears again apart from the old late night voicemails and memories she hoped to never fade. Her eyes widened at the thought, body pausing its protest. She waited for a moment before hearing the voice again this time she knew definitely where it was coming from, no matter how impossible it was him. 

His voice murmured her name, her nickname, the one she let only him call her. 

He said her name quietly along with other words she didn't really pay attention to but were along the lines of "It's alright, I'm here, I've got you" and "what the bloody hell did you think you were doing up there, pulling a stunt like that!" 

Her body then fully relaxed against him, the last of the adrenaline had worn off and now she was starting to feel fatigued as she took deep breathes to catch her breath again. His hold loosened on her having to need to keep her restrained but corrected itself so it was now supporting almost all of her weight. 

He spun her to face him and that's when she caught sight of his beautiful face, a sight she'd never thought she would have the luxury of seeing let alone touching that masterpiece again. His electric blue eyes met her grey ones and her heart skipped a beat, she reached up with her right hand and gently, as if scared the illusion would shatter, placed her index finger on his cheek tracing over his sharp jawline, cherry red lips and then defined cheekbones. 

The realisation hit her and she swallowed down the lump building in her throat, tears started to form in her eyes. 

A mix of joy, relief and anger. 

The charming smirk that graced his perfect face only adding to those emotions as if friction to a match.