The Worthwhile Future (Sequel to The Worthwhile Affair) BVB fanfiction

Chapter 1

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I know what you’re thinking; how in the world did I find her? It isn’t hard when you have connections and everyone thinks you’re cute. Anna’s coworker was beyond easy to work over. I didn’t even break a sweat in effort with her. Now the real question is; why did I come to find her? For that answer we will need to go about a month back.

I was sitting with the guys contemplating Warped Tour dates. We were decided whether or not to sign on this year again. We had done it the year before last and skipped out on last year. The memories of that tour still wreak havoc on my mind.

I was dazing off while our tour manager was going over dates, tours and times. This was a common thing for me to space out during these meetings. We all know I can’t focus for shit. A magazine on the table caught my interest. It was a growing arts magazine that I had never really got the chance to look through. It was for newcomers within the art world. It was getting excellent reviews. I skimmed a few pages before a familiar face and story caught my eye.

I couldn’t believe it was her. She had changed, in all good ways. She had put on some weight. Not a lot but some. Anna used to be very thin, almost too thin. The picture showed her in a black knee length cocktail dress that clung to curves she never had. She had also lightened up her hair. Over that summer her hair had been a darker auburn color. Her new color was gorgeous but I am a sucker for a blonde. One thing that didn’t change was those eyes. Her eyes were hazel but shifted to green on some rare occasions. She looked amazing.

Hers was the only story that I actually had an interest in reading. She had opened a professional art gallery selling her work. There were a few examples of her recent works and the prices they had sold for. They were impressive. Anna always did have an eye for details. There was one specific statement in her story that didn’t sit well with me. It left many unanswered questions for me.

“Daniels not only mentioned to captivate local attention but beat her competition out of business in her first year open. Not too bad for a single mother of two. (Ages 9 and 2.)”

Single mother of two? She had another baby. Knowing someone else touched her sets a fire within me. I felt a familiar boiling jealousy from down in the pit of my stomach leading upwards. The thought of another man being with her in ways that I had still made me crazy. I snapped the magazine shut allowing my hand to crinkle the pages as I balled my hand into a fist.

“Everything okay Andy?” Dave interrupts my hissy fit.

“Peachy.” I hissed.

Without another word spoken I grabbed my smokes and excused myself to go light up. I breathed in a refreshing cloud of chemicals and nicotine. I don’t know if I’ll ever quit. I might murder someone without these.

I spent a lot of time thinking about her. I always have. My mind wanders from happy thoughts to sad thoughts and on some rarer occasions my thoughts about her were sexual.  All of them made a warmth pool in my chest. No matter how long it had been, I couldn’t stop loving her. I couldn’t date because of her. I compared all other women to her. If they didn’t make me feel the way I did when I was with her, I didn’t continue to date them. I masked my love for her behind closed doors and burying myself into work. I rarely went out and participated in activities. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

Knowing she had moved on well without me stung. In my mind she was just as miserable as I was. She thought about me every day too. She looked so happy in those pictures. I damned myself for allowing her to get on that plane without me.