Reviving Aspen

Part 3

Eli

Did I seriously just walk away? After spending the entire day thinking about her, she miraculously ended up in my arms and I went and accepted her bullshit answer. She was anything, but fine. Her hands shook like leaves and her cheeks were soaked with tears.

Damn.

That beautiful, sad face was going to drive me mad as the image of her wet, emerald eyes haunted me. Yet, here I was, four blocks away. What was it about her? I've never felt so messed up over someone and I don't even know her name. Its probably a good thing I walked away because she clearly brings out the worst in me. I wonder idly if she has this effect on all men. Probably. The thought only served to piss me off further and I began to rake my hands through my hair, riding it of the gels' firm hold.

"Could have at least asked her name." I muttered to myself, shrugging off the pouty lipped woman who was silently debating on striking up conversation with me. On a frown she dropped her pace and was lost in the crowd behind me, leaving me to mentally kick myself in peace.

Now that the girl was out of sight, I reviewed what I'd just allowed to happen. For one thing I wished she wouldn't run through the street like that. There was no way that she could have seen where she was going while being so upset. I concluded that she mustn't have been running away from anyone because she didn't try to brush past me or ask for help. I got the feeling that she wasn't the type to ask for help. My curiosity about her grew with every passing moment. It had been a long time since something struck this sort of interest in me and along with making me crazy it excited me. But, the possessive side of me was fucking angry. I didn't know at what point I had decided to take responsibility of her, but I was in. Energy began to pulse through my veins and my pace increased to a light jog. A small part of me noticed the nervous looks I received from passerby, I felt myself slipping into fighter Eli and he probably wasn't the kind of guy who should wear and Armani suit. Part of me wished that I could forget all about that delicate girl, I'd only cause her more trouble, but the more dominant side of me wanted to run back to her. To shield her from her pain. When I lifted my eyes to examine where I'd ended up I wasn't surprised that I was standing in front of the Coffee Shop.

"Roma's" I mouthed to myself. The little place was in good flow with it's evening crowd, but no where amongst them could I find my girl. I figured such would be the case, but it made me even more out of control and that was not something I handled well. Shoving my fists into my trouser pockets, I took a deep breath, I would find her again.