Giving Love Another Chance

Chapter 9

As I started to ponder more on the mysterious call, an internal battle has broken out between my heart and brain. ‘It was just a call… You shouldn’t have your hopes up. You will be heartbroken again,’ my brain warned me. When I almost convinced myself that it’s just a prank call, then came the other voice. ‘Come on, you know it’s him, who else it can be. It’s a sign that he is going to come back,’ the voice inside my heart sang in a sweet voice.

‘Oh God,’ I groaned inwardly and tried to block out the annoying voices inside my head. I pulled out my iPod and scrolled through my playlist until I found one of my favorite songs, "Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely" by Backstreet Boys. Plugging in my ear phones, I let the music fill my ears.

'Show me the meaning of being lonely

So many words for the broken heart

It's hard to see in a crimson love

So hard to breathe

Walk with me, and maybe

Nights of light so soon become

Wild and free I could feel the sun

Your every wish will be done

They tell me’

 

 

I closed my eyes and started to mouth the lyrics; it’s ironic how a song that deals with heartbreak can calm my nerves, but like always, I found myself relaxing to the beat of the song.

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I sighed when I entered the giant building that I call my workplace. The events from the last few days flash inside my head, and all I wanted was the day to be over, so that I could go home and relax. It’s not because I was sleep-deprived, the sole reason was I was not looking forward to deal with a certain someone. I entered the elevator and pressed the button that goes to the fourth floor.

The floor was almost empty when I opened the glass door that leads to my office. I checked the time to see it was only eight am; I was definitely early. For the next ten minutes, I made myself busy by checking my emails. As there was no email that demanded immediate action, I opened the report I was working on last Friday to make some last minute modifications.I was completely engrossed in the task in front of me that I didn’t notice the figure standing near my office door.

“Good Morning, Miss Anderson.”

I jerked up from my seat when I heard his deep voice behind me. I turned around, and sure enough he was standing near my office door in his full glory. He had a black laptop bag slung over his shoulder.

“Huh?”

“I said good morning,” he said in an amused tone. “You look a little pale. Did you see something scary?”