Author's Note:

03/03/03

Ha! I'm back but with something new!!!! As few may know, this is a story I've started months ago and never got around to finishing it (so maybe it's not so new). I loved this story so much and it seems like it has potential…so I am continuing, but I'm starting from the start this time. It seems that it's the right thing to do for I feel I can truly improve this. Love Affair is a story I'm really having trouble on, it's half ay done (due to all the editing I've been doing) Please watch out for more and please be patient, comments, feed back etc. is more then welcome.

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'Single quotations means someone is thinking.'

"Double quotations means someone is talking."
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To Love Someone....

Prologue:

She watched him with her subtle blue eyes. Her face, disgusted from the site before her. Drips of clear liquid dripping above her, falling onto the bridge of her nose.

'Damn ceiling.'

She walked behind the Lazy Boy recliner, glaring intensely. The scarred floor creaked, sending a bone-chilling tingle down her spine.

'Damn floor.'

She turned her head away and reached for the doorknob leading to the outer world of reality and freedom. Away from the life she despised. She turned it lightly but was stopped by a hand much larger than hers and a deep voice, calling her back, sucking her away from the outside. Away from her freedom.

"Where do you think you're going!?"

She cringed.

'Damn him.'

She straightened her back, smoothing the wrinkles in her white crisp shirt where a light denim jacket draped over. She then wiped her sweaty, nervous palms on her black tight corduroy jeans, "No where, just out for a walk."

He gazed at her gleaming with uncertainty. His dark eyes squinting in suspicion.

"What?" she demanded in anger reading his emotions, "you don't believe me?"

"Of course I do baby, but I'm off soon. I want you here. Not on the streets walking aimlessly. You know very well I don't trust the people we associate with. It's for safety reasons," he said, tucking one of her blonde curls behind her ear, keeping her close. Always so very close.

She pushed him off, his jet-black hair failing onto his eyes. He was tall, 6'3 and much stronger than her but she refused to stand intimidated 

"I'm not your puppet," she huffed.

He laughed.

"Stop it."

He laughed harder.

"I said-"

"Woman," he laughed sardonically cutting her off, "stop fighting me. You will stay here and I will go out. If I come in here and I don't see your pretty face I'll…"

"You'll what??"

He smiled, inching closer to her, fear running through her slender body, "Don't test me."

With that, he pounced on her lips, grabbing her close. She was lost. Stuck in a haze. He was so addictive. She slowly brought her hands to his neck although she was cut off once he pulled back roughly.

"Never test me," he growled.

He walked away sitting back down on his Lazy boy recliner, sipping his Bacardi mercilessly.  He brought his long legs onto the coffee table leading to a loud thud. And there she stood; hurt, distraught and still in need. She stomped towards him anger arising. Her large eyes fuming in rage.

"Get your stink ass feet of my coffee table!" she yelled dropping her purse, "get your shit off my recliner and get yourself a life!"

He was thrown back in shock.

She paused, but than decided to continue, "You think you're living the high life? Huh? Do you? Look at this hellhole we're living in. Look at this dump, look at how we're living, LOOK AT HOW YOU'RE LIVING!" she screamed waving her arms in the air.

She hated this discussion, which she always seemed to have with him. She hated how she lived. Living in one of New York's dump wasn't exactly the Hilton. She lived sourly in a one-bedroom apartment where safety was nowhere near. Sleep was attained at night beneath the windows in fear of bullets racing towards her. It was a horribly disgusting place and she wished she had done better in life.

He got up equally angry and equally enraged. He did what he thought was best, he slapped her. Hard across the face. She didn't falter, accustom to his cold hand. She knew he stepped across the line, once again. But she wondered if she did too (A.N: No one should ever feel this. If anyone does you must know it's never your fault, but for the sake of the story this is how she is feeling).

"Look babe, you made this choice! You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to marry me! I'm your husband woman...you seem to be forgetting that," he firmly stated.

She was strong, she knew that, but she couldn't help but wonder if his words were true. She got herself into this mess. And she was scared to leave now. She knew she could do better, but deep down inside she was a scared of being alone and was dying in fear. Tears were soon falling freely from her emotional turmoil, for feeling weak, for hating herself. Hated the way she depended on her husband for everything. Sure, there were days were he'd beat her when he was drunk and days where she would pack and leave, but she never found the courage to actually step through the door. Deep down inside, she knew she needed him. How could she walk away from the man she knew all her life? How could he walk away from her first and only love? He was her world, her shoulder to lean on. He became her everything. Oh how she hated her life, how she hated herself.

He looked into her eyes. Regret stung him. He loved her and knew very well he needed her. She was his and he knew she was the best thing that has ever happened to him. Only in hell was he willing to loose her.

He sighed, "Oh baby…"

  "Stop" she whispered still hurt, still in pain.

He gathered her into his arms let her cry on his shoulder. He loved her so much.

"You know I'm sorry right."

She nodded. That was all she needed to here.

"Look Serena baby. I got to head out for work before my corner gets tiefed (slang for stolen/thieved)," he cooed into her ear hoping she was all right, "business on the streets can't go on without me."


"I know," She whispered as he pulled away. She walked him to the door and hugged him tightly, "promise me that you'll come back, okay."

"I Promise," he bent down to kiss her but she pulled away. He sighed, "I love you."

She nodded glumly as the tall, broad man walked out of the apartment. Serena shut the door, making sure all 7 locks were in place, "I love you too...Seiya."
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Author's note:

   Better eh? I personally think so. I want to thank everyone who've read my work and has commented on it too. Please be patient and oh, I almost forgot…I HATE SEIYA!! (*ahem* that should be a clue right there….die Seiya die! Long lived S/D romances *nudge nudge* *hint hint*).

   P.S

   I need a new Beta Reader…if anyone is interested please e-mail me at sw33t_bab33@yahoo.com