Fate

Chapter One Hundred-Eleven

Chapter One Hundred-Eleven

We stared at each other for a long moment as he stepped toward me. I held my ground although I wanted to step back as I watched him. Had this really been a mistake? What was about to happen to me? What would he do? He moves his hand and I'm not prepared for this.

I flinch as he puts his gloved hand up to my cheek rubbing it softly. I'm mesmerized by the touch even though I'm unfamiliar and it's only the leather I feel against my skin. This person who claims to know me and love me is touching me and I have no idea who he is. Only Miles has touched me this way. To a lesser extent so had Reggie but that had been a mistake.

This felt tender despite the fact he was a dangerous stranger I never should have left my home to meet. Yet we're here in this moment together. I couldn't have predicted I'd ever be alone in the park with Jane Doe but I am. I'm a little frightened but also weirdly calm with this development and I can't explain why. Perhaps it is that tender touch and maybe he's fooling me with it. 

"You're even more beautiful in person. Even in the dark, you are more breathtaking than any angel," He murmured.

He was wrong about that. I was no angel and I would never consider myself beautiful. Considering it was dark I was unsure how he could tell my appearance. Actually maybe it was best it was dark right now. I was also confused as he was acting as though he was seeing me the first time which wasn't what he'd told me. He'd claimed to have seen me before so what was it?

"Thank you but haven't you seen me in person?" I spoke quietly.

"I've seen you many times but it's never enough. I remain amazed by your beauty each time I see you. I couldn't wait any longer."

He removes his hand from my cheek and for a terrifying moment of insanity, I miss the touch wishing he could return to my cheek. I realize for just a moment I wish it could be the hand of Miles or Zayn. That they could be the ones touching me right now but it will never be them. Zayn admitted to never be with me and although Miles claimed he wanted me back I didn't see it happening.

Jane Doe was neither of these people. He was someone else I wasn't familiar with. It struck me that I must be really desperate if I'm getting turned on by a hooded figure in a mask. I'm also quite stupid for trusting him enough to come out here with him alone as well. I'm not sure what we're supposed to be discussing but I know I have to take the moment to ask him questions.

One of the first questions I choose to ask him is probably not a wise one. I want to know why he threatened the people I cared about when he claimed to care about me. Wouldn't he know that would hurt me to know they were in danger? What motive would he have to say such a thing?

"Why did you threaten everyone I cared about?"

He's quiet for a moment and maybe that's because he doesn't know what he's supposed to say. Of course, you can't rationalize threatening the loved ones of someone. He shifts and I wonder what he's thinking. Seeing as he's little more than a shape it's hard to tell what's going on.

"I'm sorry I just got jealous. So many people take spending time with you for granted. I'm not one of those people."

"You don't have a reason to be jealous of them. They're all in my life because they care about me. I'm surrounded by love. They keep me safe and they keep me strong. I wouldn't want them hurt. I want to keep them safe as well. I don't know why someone who claims to care about me could harm what I care about most. That's the main problem I have with all this," I confess.

"I know and again I'm sorry for that. Truly they do take you for granted and I'm a jealous person. I realize I shouldn't be that way but I am. I will never take you for granted that way. I promise you."