Independent. Predictable. Made entirely of flaws but pieced together by good intentions. Waiting for a white horsed prince. Romeo. Playing cards with him. Letting him win because damn it she was one hell of a poker player. Better than the best. It would be cute if a guy could beat her,He would probably have to consult the octopus which apparently decided the winner of the world cup. Octopus are smart, she thought. they have opinions and distinct personalities.
Mercedes Benz. She knew very little about cars but one thing she was sure about was that she loved benzes. The more retro, the better. She drove her Benz, knowing that she had a date with destiny that day. The defining moment. The world is a stage and she was ready to play her part. Not the sad one like Antonio (The Merchant of Venice).Not anymore. Things had never been this clear before.
Sherbatsky was at it again. She had let all she wanted speed right past her while she was rooted firmly to the ground. Never again. This is what all her life had been leading to..Him.; Talking loads, nervous touches, tracing her fingers on his beautiful face. Healing his lost soul.
Teaching her new how to not take shit from anyone. On her worst days he held her. The days she felt like the world owed her happiness he gave her tough love. She was becoming used to being with him. His cocky grin was addictive.
He somehow disarmed her.
He was an ordinary guy. Built.Good career ahead. Why would the women not flock to get to him? Every morning he had a woman in his bed. Always had their hair in his face and a dead arm because he insisted on them sleeping in his arms. He was different, smart and always knew how to hit it right. The truth was that he was a hypocrite. He wanted nothing more than to fit in. Be cool to them,not just another ordinary corporate guy. Be the jock. But he wasn’t. Deep down he was the sweetest guy on earth, didnt care for casual flings. Yearned for deeper attachments. He would never in his wildest dreams admit to this. Sara had broken him. Left him feeling nothing. She was his whole world. Sherbatsky was nothing but a casual distraction that he was going to hit and quit.
Motorcycle. He had become accustomed to riding it everywhere he went. With his top hat and long hair he was the definition of a rugged bad boy. She’s so different from me though, Sherbatsky, he thought to himself. Always coming around and his world would be spinning round . Always making him question his sanity. Always telling him to be more in touch with his emotions. He hated her guts though. Calling him out on his insecurities. She liked to call them perfect imperfections. Sticking a knife to his heart and stabbing it a thousand times. Finding a way to heal it with her gentlest touch. Sherbatsky was starting to become his Achilles heel, she always knew how to make him feel like he could do anything. Be anything. She was his muse.Being himself was good enough for her, .She had left scars though, ran away with another guy when he had tried his best to make her happy. Never again, he swore to himself. ‘I will never speak to that woman again. All she does is take my heart through the rock more times than I can imagine΄. Sometimes he lived for her. He would have died for her.
Serendipity. A place that only they knew. A place that was OK for them to be themselves. A place they waged wars but one of them always came out doing the victory dance. Winning wasn’t important though, being on the same page was. He once said that the only thing that was real between them was the mutual strong dislike they had for each other.. Well strong dislike is better than feeling nothing she countered. Where did she come up with all these theories.. .He was intrigued.
Hungry eyes. Hungry lips.. Hungry tongues. Hungry hearts. Waiting to be claimed.curious hands roaming..All over. Finding answers. Understanding the mystery of it all. Waiting for so long.. The time is now.. Date with destiny.. He was not falling for this again. Her tempting lips were not going to be his downfall this time. She knew all his weaknesses though, why had he opened up to her? She put her hand on his. Slowly. Ignore! Stupid heart, do not feel!!Let her down easy. Damn it, she was now staring at him like he had all the answers to the universe. Her elegant mouth,all the contours of her toungue were edged deep in his memory. Hed tasted it a hundred times but he wanted more. Just one kiss.. No! Must resist! Think of mood killers., Just one kiss and you send her on her way!
No, let me go. All you do is hurt me’ He said in between kisses. I’m letting you go ‘ She responded. I really don’t want you here ‘ He said, biting her lower lip. I know, I’m leaving in a minute ‘.She said, tugging at his shirt, fumbling with the buttons. Two hearts. One soul.
She knew what she was going to tell him. They had hurt each other, burnt all the bridges but their chemistry was undeniable. We live through scars this time, my love. She told him. Is this one of those loopy things you tell me? I’m not falling for that again! ‘He replied. .she put her hands on his chest. Is that how you really feel? You need to own up to how you really feel’……Just like that all the memories came flooding in. All the times they had been right for each other, being together in silence and not needing sound to communicate. All the times she had held him when he was lifeless, when he could feel dead inside. All the things they had promised they would do together when she was ready to give him a chance. She used to have a rabbit heart back then. Her insecurities crippled her. He was the smartest person she knew and she could barely get her shit together. She wasn’t worth much; she thought to herself. Security in a relationship that would lead nowhere was a better bet than risking it all.
Why did you do it? He said, unable to look at her. I’d just told you that I was in love. Why did you run away with him? Did I mean nothing to you? ‘.Teary eyed she confessed, I’m sorry. Sometimes I don’t do grown up things. I second guess everything and if I’m not in control I sabotage. ‘ She tugged at his chest. Touched his face, traced the outline of his nose. He closed his eyes so she kissed them.
‘You don’t just get to leave and come back to my life as you please He deadpanned. It hurt so bad I had to search my body for the entry point where love went in, ricocheted, bounced around and left a hole when you walked out. ‘.Am sorry Marshall, I wasn’t ready to let go of my fears. Trust me, we wouldn’t have lasted back then, I had to work out so many issues ‘ She said. He believed her because she always wore her heart on her sleeve. But it was too late. He loved her a little less everyday, it transformed into hate then it hit the indifferent phase. I’m glad you’re for going after things you want but you had to lose me to be able to be bold enough to Know that failure is part of it all’
Her phone began to ring. She was numb, it felt like that ring was coming from another dimension of space. It’s your boss, you should take it’. He told her. Please don’t shut me out again Marshall. I can’t lose you, not like this. ‘ she said, tears almost blinding her. He dried her tears and handed her the phone. Pick it up, it could be important .So she picked up, her eyes never leaving his. Halo. Yeah. OK. I’ll think about it. OK, thank you sir. Good evening too.
So my boss tells me that a new position just opened overseas for someone to head the nothern division. He says he wants me to take it. She said. She started to think about how the universe gives us little signs on what direction we should take..Perhaps this was the future that was calling…