His trembling fingers played with the silky dress's seams as he led me out of the bar. His large, hand still clung to my waist as I felt the butterflies reel into my stomach. This feeling was something I had warned myself of feeling, but I never imagined he was the one making me feel this way.
As much as I was anti-love, anti-soulmate I didn't close off the idea of having a relationship in life, I just wasn't looking for it, it wasn't something I needed.
Yet the fear of me falling in love with him all again and then he leaves, once more crept back in.
As I peered up to Luca, his face was studious and determined. He was thinking about something too, as his hands further played with the seam of my dress.
Finally the San Francisco breeze hit us, as we exited the busy and storming club which reeked of booze. The lights of the street were well lit and fantastically decorated, to make the area an attraction to tourists to locals.
His movements were fast and determined as he let me fall behind in pace. He was thinking hard about something that was troubling him, and the best guess I could come up with was me. I was the trouble, I was the surprise and he had absolutely no clue what to do with me.
His hand slowly let loose of my waist, and his buff arm fell to his side. He wanted to say something, I could see it in his eyes, he was nervous.
Nervous wasn't something I had seen on him before, he had doubts about himself more than the average person, but to speak he never was nervous. He was a man growing up in a man's world, he had no problem speaking up in school as everyone wanted to listen to the best and most determined student.
But these new nerves crept into me as well inflicting me with worry of why he was suddenly nervous.
His hands crept into his pockets and pulled out a pair of silver keys. He cleared his throat, preparing himself to talk as I saw what had caught his eye.
"Here she is", he joyously said as he pointed to the silver sports car in the far end of the parking lot. The car screamed 'rich' it wasn't something I would've ever imagined myself in, but as he opened the passenger car door, I slipped in without a word.
The car shined like it was brand new, there was not a single dust flurry, not a single speckle of dirt that lingered on the floorboard. This car was the embodiment of new.
"'She' is very clean", I pulled the strap across my chest and he quickly climbed into the driver's seat that looked like it would make your back hurt for hours.
"I get her cleaned regularly". It explained the sight of not a single dirt speck and not a single particle of dust, but it didn't explain why this car had no personality, no stories, no memories.
"How come there's no pictures, no random papers stuffed everywhere?", I asked him and he seemed that my question was a joke, that people really didn't keep random things in their car.
"That's funny", he laughed, as he slowly exited the parking lot. He waited for me to laugh, and I wouldn't give into whatever reason he thought I should.
But it proved something more that this would never work, if it was anything at all. We started in the same world, but now seven years later we came from different worlds that valued different things.
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A Flame From The Past
रोमांस"She was the only flame in his past, the only thing he loved about his past" 7 years fly by as Carina and Luca avoid the magical night they had, that left both of them speechless. But now that they meet in other circumstances, will they continue th...
