Love Has a Color

Tall, Blonde and Beautiful

The night of the incident I ran straight home and packed all of his stuff. I had hoped he would be smart enough to stay somewhere else that night but of course he wasn't. He came home to find all of his shit in bags right in front of the locked door. Of course, he knocked and rang the door bell and yelled for me to "let him in" and to "stop acting like this." I just ignored him; that is, until I found his laptop in the living room and threw it at him from the second story window. Okay, I'll admit that that was a little childish. Can you really blame me though?

After that night he's tried calling and texting me so I blocked him. I guess he got the hint after that, thankfully, so he hasn't actually been by the house again. The only person who's been here, beside me, has been Violet. She's been in and out before and after work and on her day off to check on me. I haven't left the couch for a week. I called in sick and have just been doing all of my work from the couch. Once in a while, if I absolutely have to, I'll move to my office to face-time from my computer.

It's just been weird without Luke here. Normally I go to bed with him, I wake up with him, I eat breakfast and dinner with him. As soon as I get home from work at night I run in and tell him everything that went on, then I listen to his day while I make us something to eat. I had fallen into this perfect routine with someone who I thought was the perfect man.

I feel so stupid for not realizing that something was going on. Honestly, though, I don't really even know how he was doing it. I would usually be able to keep an eye on him at those events, obviously because I'd just sit alone and wait for him to ask if I wanted to leave. Basically, he wasn't really able to run off somewhere for long periods of time without me noticing. He never came home late, never had another article of women's clothing or anything left in his car or hidden somewhere in the house. I didn't see a single red flag. Except for the biggest one which was him kissing another woman right in front of me of course. I don't know, maybe I've just been blinded by my infatuation with him. Or maybe he's just that good at being bad.

I eventually shake these thoughts out of my head and roll off the couch. I head to the kitchen to dig for something to eat until I hear a knock at the door. If it's Violet she'll let herself in. If it's anyone else I'm not in the mood for talking anyway.

I just grab a bottle of water from the fridge and settle back on the couch. Soon Violet enters the room. "Okay, you have been in this house way too long. It's been a week dude! We gotta get you out tonight," she says.

I just laugh and roll onto my side to get a better look at her. "No thanks, I'm comfortable here."

"No, absolutely not. My duties of being your best friend include not letting you sit here and sulk in your own self-pity any longer. We are going to get you up and dressed and I am taking you out."

I roll my eyes and glance over at the clock. "Oh come on, Vi, it's only eleven. And I'm in the middle of this movie. Can't we just wait until next weekend? Or, even better, give it a few weeks? I should be ready for some action by then."

Before I know it I'm being swung off the couch. She's stronger than she looks! "Scarlett Indigo, I am taking you to brunch and that is final!" She continues to drag me down the hallway until we reach my room. She steps around until she's standing right above my head, staring down at me. "Get up and shower. I'm giving you twenty minutes and then I'm dressing you myself. This is unhealthy Scar! Now, let's move it!"

As she retreats down the hall I sigh heavily and lift myself into the bathroom. I quickly shower and throw something on before taking a look in the mirror. I stare into my deep emerald eyes for a moment, barely recognizing myself. My normally quite tan complexion lacks any color. Where my cheeks are usually flushed there is no trace of red. I then wander back to my eyes, and notice the purple bags forming underneath them. My hair is still wet and my outfit definitely isn't the cutest, but at least I'm in jeans for the first time in over a week. I take a deep breath and exit the bathroom.

I scurry down the hall and grab my purse, heading out the door before Violet can say anything about my appearance. She quickly follows right on my tail. We get in her car and I lean my head against the window. I'm still in quite a somber mood, and I really don't think brunch is going to help. But I guess being showered and out of my cave does feel a little better.

We make our way to a little cafe downtown and have a seat outside, saving us a table while Violet orders for us. I close my eyes for a moment and take in the warm summer breeze. Ever since I moved to New York I've fallen in love with the feeling of light June air on my skin. Growing up in Texas, I never really got to enjoy the summer. The only break you get from the sweltering heat is a five minute rain storm, but after that the humidity is so bad that you can barely breathe. Don't get me wrong, I'm not that "I love seasons" person. I mean I love being able to wear shorts in December just as much as the next guy. But, I love being able to enjoy the summer months as well.

I'm broken from my trance as Violet brings our food to the table. "It's a really nice day. Perfect time to get you out and get you over that evil douche." She smirks at herself and takes a bite of her french fries.

We sit and talk for a while over our meals. Eventually, I finish my Coke and offer to go in to grab Vi a refill as well. I make my way inside and fill both our glasses to the brim. I pick up a few napkins while I'm at it, and turn to walk out the door. I get a few steps away from it and my phone falls from my back pocket. Damn. I spin around, balance both drinks and the napkins in my arm, and bend down to grab the phone. Once it makes its way safely back into my jeans, I abruptly stand up and turn back towards the door in one movement.

Unfortunately, I may have moved a little too quickly. My petite form comes crashing into a large muscular torso, sending me and both drinks spiraling to the floor. My back slams onto the tile, the cokes splashing all over me and the wall of a man I've just rammed into. I sputter and spit some of the drink from my mouth and brush my still damp hair from my face. I look up, about to tell this dude off, until I get a good look at him.

Wow. This man is gorgeous. I blink a few times and really soak in his appearance. Seriously, wow. He's quite tall, at least 6'3", and is probably the most well-built man I've ever laid my eyes on. His dirty blonde hair is neatly brushed away from his face, save a few little curls near the side threatening to fall to his eyes. His eyes. I tear my gaze away from the olive skin on his perfectly chiseled face, to meet his ethereal eyes. They're blue like the sky, not too harsh, but nowhere near dull. They are full of mystery and something I just can't put my finger on. Oh, confusion. It's confusion. He must have been speaking to me this whole time and I've just been staring at him like a complete doof.

"Hello? Can you hear me?" He asks. His deep voice is like velvet caressing my ears. Though, I can tell he's definitely annoyed at this situation.

I shake myself out of this daydream and pull myself to my feet, ignoring the hand he's just outstretched for me. My hair falls back into my face and I nervously push it back behind my ears. I try to avoid eye contact at all costs, shoving past him while staring a the ground. I yell a high pitched "So sorry!" back to him before exiting the café and yanking Violet to the car.

The entire way back to my place she couldn't stop laughing. I just kept my red face buried in my hands. "Scar, that had to be the funniest thing I've seen in a while. You should have seen your face!" She giggles and then takes the time to glance in my direction. Noticing how absolutely mortified I am by the whole thing, she calms her laughter. "Okay, okay I'll stop. But, on a serious note, that dude was seriously hot. And he was definitely staring at you."

I lift my head and turn to her. I give her a look that says "seriously?" and then laugh to myself. "No, Vi. I was staring at him. Anyway, if he was it wouldn't have mattered. I literally just broke up with Luke, I'm not ready to move on." She sighs and turns her attention back to the road. Okay, we do agree on one thing though. He was seriously hot.