Craving Scarlett

|9|. Mismatched Earrings

A/N- So yeah I've made another adjustment and the MC's name won't be Amelia Turner anymore but Scarlett Jones. I don't know, I think this fits her more. And it's also going to affect some other important issues too. Pls bear in mind that this is a WIP and everything isn't set in stone. But I don't think anyone's name is changing after this :) Enjoy!

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My life was beginning to feel like a damn movie to me. There was just too much happening and not enough time to grasp them. It was kinda like being on a Ferris wheel. It just went round and round and round with seemingly no end to it. The moment when you think that all would be sane again and the world would stop spinning, it dips again and your stomach plummets.

That was precisely how I felt. Like I was on a roller coaster and my feelings and emotions were all over the place.

I bit my pen in agitation as I ran my eyes over the furnitures in my small office, frantically trying to put a stop to my runaway thoughts. I let my eyes linger on the two high backed chair facing me across my compact, olive desk, on the over stuffed brown sofa resting against the toffee coloured walls to the flower vases that sat beside open windows, granting me a glimpse of what went on outside my square box, giving the office a homely vibe. Exactly how I wanted it to be.

Involuntarily, my eyes went to the picture that was placed on my desk, depicting an image of I and my parents. Two-year-old me sucked my thumb while my parents grinned hugely at each other, the blue, sparkling ocean, an amazing backdrop. From the shine in their eyes, you could see they were extremely happy. The love in their smile a testament to that fact. Too bad, they had died on that same vacation.

I felt my eyes begin to tear up. My hands reached out to caress the glass covered photograph as if imagining them with me at this moment, real and alive. Anyone could see where I'd gotten my flaming red hair from. It shone down my mother's back, the sun lighting it up like ruby red jewels. She was so beautiful, her green eyes twinkling. I could see why my dad fell madly in love with her.

I sometimes wished that I had gotten my mom's eyes then maybe I would be beautiful like her. Maybe, I would have been able to save my marriage too. Maybe he wouldn't have left. I sighed. That was a lot of maybes. I had blue eyes and that was that. And people-men-had told me my eyes looked like the mighty ocean on the brink of a fierce, thunderous storm. They had meant it as a compliment so there must be some good in there.

It wasn't like I didn't have a happy childhood. I did. After my parents died, Tom's Parents, Brad and Sophie, had taken care of me like I was one of their own. They had been my parents' best friends and had been devastated by the loss, like two-year-old me was. It was by this time I met Tom who was only two years older than me.

Tom.

He was like a big brother to me, but much closer. My protector in high school and confidante in college. He had been there keeping me grounded during my divorce. We had done practically everything together. We were as close as they come. We were the best of friends.

And last night, he had kissed me. Yeah sure, he had been drunk as a skunk and thought I was Audrey but that still didn't excuse it.

The kiss had been short, I didn't have time to feel anything before Tom had fallen back, sleeping like the dead, leaving me to deal with it by myself in the night. My heart thundering in my chest like a thousand horses galloping against the Arabian sand.

I had stepped back in a daze, my mind swimming in confusion. I initially planned to move him to the spare room but I became reluctant to even be near him. What if it happened again? What if he wakes up?