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is
strategic. He never loses control like that. In a way, I’m glad I
saw a side of Blake that was emotional and real. Even if said real
side leaves me walking slightly askew for the next few days.
I stand in front of the
mirror. Said real side also left real marks. I rub the bruise on my
left arm with my other hand. Four perfect circles. And another three
smaller, less noticeable ones lay just above my jawline.
Still, the nagging
thoughts in my mind won’t remain silent. Blake was home early
yesterday. Maia’s right. I have no evidence to suggest that my
future husband is anything but loyal, besides the hearsay and
allegations from others. The sun has decided to make a random
appearance today, so I decide to take a book and walk over to Central
Park to read on one of the benches. Surrounded by grass and trees, I
feel grounded there. I usually find a spot where the huge ancient
trees completely obscure the views of the concrete jungle.
If I close my eyes, I
can almost imagine that I’m back home, staring out onto a huge
paddock, listening to the sounds of the nearby streams. Dogs barking,
children laughing. I read about three chapters of my book before
Mother Nature decides that the sun has overstayed its welcome. Grey
clouds move quickly overhead, and before I have a chance to slide in
my bookmark, the rain comes pelting down in huge, heavy drops. I sigh
and begin the walk back to the apartment.
Just as I’m about to
cross the street, I hear a familiar voice call my name. “Emily!”
Tyler jogs up to me, a
soggy paper held above his head his only protection from the rain.
“Is there a point?” I ask smiling and pointing up at the paper,
which now almost resembles papier-mâché.
“I guess not,” he
smiles, tossing the paper into the trashcan nearby. For a few
seconds, neither of us says anything. I wonder briefly why we are
standing silently in the rain like a couple of idiots.
“Why are we standing
in the rain?” Tyler asks, plucking the thought right from my head.
“No idea,” I say
before dashing towards the awning of a small bakery. “Why are you
walking around in the rain?”
“I was out for a
drive, and I got soaked. Then I was cold, and needed coffee,” he
explains.
“Don’t tell me
you’re one of those guys that drives a convertible with the top
down in the pouring rain, just for the sake of looking cool.”
Tyler laughs. “I
actually do not own a
BMW. I do have a convertible, but it’s a Jeep, an off-roader. And I
got wet because I was on my motorbike.”
“You just love
anything that’s synonymous with freedom, don’t you?” I observe.
I’ve gathered, in the few meetings that we’ve had, that Tyler
doesn’t like to be tied down. He
needs to be free.
“I’ve never been on
a motorbike before,” I say. God,
that makes me sound so naïve.
“I’d offer to take
you for a drive but…” he trails off, gesturing at the torrential
rain.
“No, I have to get
back. I have some stuff I need to do at the apartment,” I say
quickly. The thought of sitting on a motorbike with my arms wrapped
around the waist of a very soaking wet Tyler is almost too much for
my psyche to handle.
“Okay,” he says
before stepping aside to let me walk past. “Let’s have lunch
sometime. If you can, that is?”
Tyler turns away, and
just as he does, something in me doesn’t want him to leave. Aside
from Mac, Tyler is really the only person that I have the ability to
hang out with. “Wait,” I call after him.
He turns to face me,
eyebrows raised expectantly.
“We could do lunch
today. I’m free. Blake is probably going to be home tomorrow, so
today is really my only free day.” My stomach lurches with nervous
tension, both for the feeling of being deceitful to Blake and for the
excited anticipation of spending more time with Tyler.
“You wanna get out of
this city?” he asks.
“Please,” I say
with a laugh. “Is it that obvious?”
“Nomadic wanderers
like myself have a nose for
strategic. He never loses control like that. In a way, I’m glad I
saw a side of Blake that was emotional and real. Even if said real
side leaves me walking slightly askew for the next few days.
I stand in front of the
mirror. Said real side also left real marks. I rub the bruise on my
left arm with my other hand. Four perfect circles. And another three
smaller, less noticeable ones lay just above my jawline.
Still, the nagging
thoughts in my mind won’t remain silent. Blake was home early
yesterday. Maia’s right. I have no evidence to suggest that my
future husband is anything but loyal, besides the hearsay and
allegations from others. The sun has decided to make a random
appearance today, so I decide to take a book and walk over to Central
Park to read on one of the benches. Surrounded by grass and trees, I
feel grounded there. I usually find a spot where the huge ancient
trees completely obscure the views of the concrete jungle.
If I close my eyes, I
can almost imagine that I’m back home, staring out onto a huge
paddock, listening to the sounds of the nearby streams. Dogs barking,
children laughing. I read about three chapters of my book before
Mother Nature decides that the sun has overstayed its welcome. Grey
clouds move quickly overhead, and before I have a chance to slide in
my bookmark, the rain comes pelting down in huge, heavy drops. I sigh
and begin the walk back to the apartment.
Just as I’m about to
cross the street, I hear a familiar voice call my name. “Emily!”
Tyler jogs up to me, a
soggy paper held above his head his only protection from the rain.
“Is there a point?” I ask smiling and pointing up at the paper,
which now almost resembles papier-mâché.
“I guess not,” he
smiles, tossing the paper into the trashcan nearby. For a few
seconds, neither of us says anything. I wonder briefly why we are
standing silently in the rain like a couple of idiots.
“Why are we standing
in the rain?” Tyler asks, plucking the thought right from my head.
“No idea,” I say
before dashing towards the awning of a small bakery. “Why are you
walking around in the rain?”
“I was out for a
drive, and I got soaked. Then I was cold, and needed coffee,” he
explains.
“Don’t tell me
you’re one of those guys that drives a convertible with the top
down in the pouring rain, just for the sake of looking cool.”
Tyler laughs. “I
actually do not own a
BMW. I do have a convertible, but it’s a Jeep, an off-roader. And I
got wet because I was on my motorbike.”
“You just love
anything that’s synonymous with freedom, don’t you?” I observe.
I’ve gathered, in the few meetings that we’ve had, that Tyler
doesn’t like to be tied down. He
needs to be free.
“I’ve never been on
a motorbike before,” I say. God,
that makes me sound so naïve.
“I’d offer to take
you for a drive but…” he trails off, gesturing at the torrential
rain.
“No, I have to get
back. I have some stuff I need to do at the apartment,” I say
quickly. The thought of sitting on a motorbike with my arms wrapped
around the waist of a very soaking wet Tyler is almost too much for
my psyche to handle.
“Okay,” he says
before stepping aside to let me walk past. “Let’s have lunch
sometime. If you can, that is?”
Tyler turns away, and
just as he does, something in me doesn’t want him to leave. Aside
from Mac, Tyler is really the only person that I have the ability to
hang out with. “Wait,” I call after him.
He turns to face me,
eyebrows raised expectantly.
“We could do lunch
today. I’m free. Blake is probably going to be home tomorrow, so
today is really my only free day.” My stomach lurches with nervous
tension, both for the feeling of being deceitful to Blake and for the
excited anticipation of spending more time with Tyler.
“You wanna get out of
this city?” he asks.
“Please,” I say
with a laugh. “Is it that obvious?”
“Nomadic wanderers
like myself have a nose for
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