concerned.
I took a calming breath, trying to gauge my feelings. I was shocked that he confessed so easily but he didn’t scare me. You’re in trouble, Elizabeth. “Look, I may have overreacted about the money but just tell me why you’re doing all this? It’s beyond obsession, seriously.”
“You’re absolutely right. I’ve gone too far,” he said with an agreeing nod. Then he leaned in toward me, holding my eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
I had no common sense while looking into his eyes, but I managed to keep my cool. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I leaned inward. “What happened last night? I blacked out and woke up in my room.”
“You fainted, but you must understand my intention was not to upset you.”
“What was your intention, and how did I get into my room?”
“Must I keep repeating myself? Reassess, reevaluate.” He leaned forward, stressing the word, “Reconsider.”
I shook my head, not oblivious to that fact that he didn’t mention how I’d gotten into my room. I let it go, imagining that his answer would be “I put you there, of course.”
“I live in Seattle. I am not a psychic, nor a guardian angel. As for the kids in the underpass, I merely explained that their behavior was inappropriate. What I meant by ‘That’s why I’m here,’ when you thanked me for saving your life, was that I will always do everything I can to protect you. Alicia was not a relative of mine, but the necklace has remained…in my family since…her death.” His chocolaty eyes winced. “Yes, I had your story sent into the contest but you won on the basis of your own talent, I assure you. Congratulations.” He paused to nod before he continued, “I would never try to buy you. What’s mine is yours and will always be. You must accept these things I say.”
I nodded as I stared in awe, feeling like I’d learned more about him in the last five minutes than I had in the entire two weeks I’d known him. I felt his sincerity in every word. “I have more questions.”
“Those are all I can offer you right now.”
“Did…” I chewed on the word for a moment before I blurted, “Did you buy me a Barbie doll?”
“When you were five? Yes, The Swan Queen.”
I shook my head and threw up my hands. “This is crazy. How is that possible? How old are you?”
He ignored my questions. “All I’m asking is for you to reconsider your plan.”
I stiffened at the request, remembering his premonition. “Because I’m going to die in two years?” I whispered angrily.
“You’re taking things too seriously again. You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”
I’m taking my death sentence too seriously?
He nodded.
I squinted back. “I don’t like you.”
“Yes you do,” he said confidently. “You’re upset and you’re frustrated.”
Running my fingers through my hair, I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. One look into his dark brown eyes did the trick. They possessed the natural ability to calm me on a profound level. “If you’re not psychic or my guardian angel, what makes you think I only have two years left?”
He shook his head. “Someday, but will you now reconsider?”
Pouting like a child, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Forgive me then, but I must go,” he said, sounding defeated. “I trust you’re driving home this evening?”
“Yeah, I borrowed my dad’s car.” I glanced at him, liking the fact that he appeared relieved.
“May I give you something before I go?”
I didn’t answer but when he set a smaller jewelry box on the table, I frowned. “Let me guess. She knew how to love very deeply too?”
His brows pulled together and his head shook. “At times, but I’m afraid her mind was weak.” The emotion he put into his words made them seem almost painful to say.
“I might…hold it for you,” I offered, my mind drifting to other things, “but I never got to thank you properly for saving my life or for getting me home last
I took a calming breath, trying to gauge my feelings. I was shocked that he confessed so easily but he didn’t scare me. You’re in trouble, Elizabeth. “Look, I may have overreacted about the money but just tell me why you’re doing all this? It’s beyond obsession, seriously.”
“You’re absolutely right. I’ve gone too far,” he said with an agreeing nod. Then he leaned in toward me, holding my eyes. “Do you want me to stop?”
I had no common sense while looking into his eyes, but I managed to keep my cool. Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, I leaned inward. “What happened last night? I blacked out and woke up in my room.”
“You fainted, but you must understand my intention was not to upset you.”
“What was your intention, and how did I get into my room?”
“Must I keep repeating myself? Reassess, reevaluate.” He leaned forward, stressing the word, “Reconsider.”
I shook my head, not oblivious to that fact that he didn’t mention how I’d gotten into my room. I let it go, imagining that his answer would be “I put you there, of course.”
“I live in Seattle. I am not a psychic, nor a guardian angel. As for the kids in the underpass, I merely explained that their behavior was inappropriate. What I meant by ‘That’s why I’m here,’ when you thanked me for saving your life, was that I will always do everything I can to protect you. Alicia was not a relative of mine, but the necklace has remained…in my family since…her death.” His chocolaty eyes winced. “Yes, I had your story sent into the contest but you won on the basis of your own talent, I assure you. Congratulations.” He paused to nod before he continued, “I would never try to buy you. What’s mine is yours and will always be. You must accept these things I say.”
I nodded as I stared in awe, feeling like I’d learned more about him in the last five minutes than I had in the entire two weeks I’d known him. I felt his sincerity in every word. “I have more questions.”
“Those are all I can offer you right now.”
“Did…” I chewed on the word for a moment before I blurted, “Did you buy me a Barbie doll?”
“When you were five? Yes, The Swan Queen.”
I shook my head and threw up my hands. “This is crazy. How is that possible? How old are you?”
He ignored my questions. “All I’m asking is for you to reconsider your plan.”
I stiffened at the request, remembering his premonition. “Because I’m going to die in two years?” I whispered angrily.
“You’re taking things too seriously again. You look beautiful tonight, by the way.”
I’m taking my death sentence too seriously?
He nodded.
I squinted back. “I don’t like you.”
“Yes you do,” he said confidently. “You’re upset and you’re frustrated.”
Running my fingers through my hair, I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. One look into his dark brown eyes did the trick. They possessed the natural ability to calm me on a profound level. “If you’re not psychic or my guardian angel, what makes you think I only have two years left?”
He shook his head. “Someday, but will you now reconsider?”
Pouting like a child, I crossed my arms over my chest.
“Forgive me then, but I must go,” he said, sounding defeated. “I trust you’re driving home this evening?”
“Yeah, I borrowed my dad’s car.” I glanced at him, liking the fact that he appeared relieved.
“May I give you something before I go?”
I didn’t answer but when he set a smaller jewelry box on the table, I frowned. “Let me guess. She knew how to love very deeply too?”
His brows pulled together and his head shook. “At times, but I’m afraid her mind was weak.” The emotion he put into his words made them seem almost painful to say.
“I might…hold it for you,” I offered, my mind drifting to other things, “but I never got to thank you properly for saving my life or for getting me home last
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