I Was Born To Love You

The One

I open the door, sticking my head out, looking down the hallway, making sure no one is around. Once I see the hallway is empty, I rush down the hallway, heels in hand, water bottle in the other, running to the back room for the employees. I arrive at the door and open it, looking around. I see no one near our baskets, no one at the table that has chairs around it, so I quickly duck inside and head into the back of the room.

I find my basket where I put my stuff and grab my bag quickly, dumping my water bottle in there. I grab my heels again and rush to the door, once again making sure the coast is clear. I rush out the door, walking quickly to the bathroom door. I enter inside and close the door behind me, locking it. I grab my phone out of my bag and look at the time. 2:47. Shit! I unlock my phone, going into my contacts app, and clicking Gabrielle's number.

"Hello? Daisy? Why are you calling me?" I hear her soft voice through the phone.

"Gabrielle! I need help! My skirt fucking ripped and I have nothing else! I'm hiding out in the restroom! Please tell me you have extra clothes?" I ask, hope draining from my body. What was supposed to be a perfect, enchanting day turned into a nightmare.

"Oh my god Daisy! Uhm-" She begins, hesitating, I could just see her thinking face in my head. "Oh! I have some clothes in my trunk! I'll be at the restroom in a few minutes!" And the phone clicks.

I place my bag and phone on the counter, placing my heels on the floor. I shudder at the thought of my bare feet touching the ground, but I would rather have my feet smell like piss than my feet bleeding because of the pain. I look into the mirror, my beautiful blonde hair is now messed up, strands sticking out. I obviously look frazzled, my eyes wide, my cheeks red. My eyes dart down on my figure, reaching my skirt. It's ripped all the way to my upper thigh. You could almost see my underwear that is decorated with flowers. At the thought of that I whimper, my stupidity seriously didn't let me wear sexy panties instead of my flower ones. I glance back up, realizing just how many times I've been in this bathroom, all because of a certain man.

The knock at the door breaks me from my thoughts, and I head towards the door, pressing my ear on the door. "Hey! It's me!" I hear Gabrielle's voice, she's trying to sound shushed. I open the door and she steps inside, a pair of jeans and a sweater in hand.

"Daisy! What happened?" She asks, looking at the me, then the counter, and then the floor.

"I was moving the boxes and I tripped and my skirt ripped!" I say, my eyes watering. Usually when people let their eyes tear up during these type of situations, it's because they're embarrassed, but not me. I was mad at myself for ruining the perfect made-up image of myself. Leonardo wouldn't like me any other way. I had to be perfect, and I'd do it for him.

"Oh babe! Well here, change, and please put on those heels, you shouldn't be barefoot in a public restroom." She says as she hands me the clothes, gives me a look of sympathy and then heads out the restroom.

I grab the clothes and head to the counter. I turn on my phone 2:51. I quickly take off my skirt, putting on the jeans. I decide to not put on the sweater, my shirt is fine, it's the only thing saving me at this point, since it's a tight black shirt. I put on my heels with a sigh of defeat, it looks like I'd arrive home with bloody feet.  I look in the mirror, it looks like I tried to look good, but in a laid back way, which failed.

I put my head in my hands and sigh, tired of this shit. I grab my ripped skirt, the jacket, my phone and bag. I head out the restroom. Gabrielle walks with me back to the back room, putting my stuff in the basket. She leaves to finish her shelf that she was working on, and I head back to the box area, I have to finish soon so that I could at least see Leonardo for a little bit today.

After ten minutes I finish moving all the boxes onto the cart, and I push the cart towards the door, opening the door and exiting. I push the cart all the way out the hallway until I'm out in the open. I see the book club discussing quietly among themselves and I see Melanie in one of the chairs, sitting besides Harry.

I dart my eyes around the bookstore, trying to see Leonardo. I rush along the aisles, well as fast as I could with this stupid cart. I arrive to the romance section, seeing him sitting there, alone again, reading the novel Emma. My eyes squint, making out his face, his reaction, his body language.

His hands are wrapped tightly around the book, his eyes scanning the pages. But his eyes look desperate, as if he's searching for something he can't reach. He seems incredibly focused, his lips slightly parted. He closes his eyes and sighs, not a sigh of satisfaction but a sigh of tiredness. He blinks rapidly, trying to rush away the tears that had risen. He closes the book and sits there, staring at the wall, lost in his thoughts.

My eyes soften, although I don't know why he was so emotional at the moment, but I could guess. I wanted nothing more but to comfort him, show him that even as the world perishes, someone was here for him. I could show him the beauty of life, help him find the exit of the maze that he was stuck in, the maze of love. I could be his prize, his flower, his one. 

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-Kat