I'm not really sure if this is going to be a story. English is not my first language and I don't have a beta, so please excuse any mistakes. Reviews are always welcome.
Prologue
Something was going to happen. She could sense it. She could feel it in the wind that was desperately trying to mess up her hairdo. The same cold wind that left goose bumps on her arms.
Then her phone rang. It was him. Why was he calling her? "Katerina." Not again. Every single time when she was starting to move on, he was there again, haunting her like a ghost.
"What do you want, Elijah?" She asked him not sure if she wanted to know the answer. "I…I need to talk to you." He didn't sound like himself. Something about him was off, but Katherine wouldn't let that get to her. "You can't keep calling me whenever you feel like it." She sighed. "Where are you now, 'Lijah?"
"I'm in your hotel's lobby. I'm waiting for you." Without saying another word to him, Katherine hung up.
When she arrived, he wasn't in the lobby. He was in the bar with a glass of bourbon in his hand. "You're drunk." At the sound of the familiar voice he turned his head towards her. He hasn't seen her in awhile. She was even more beautiful that he remembered. Her long dark hair was in a twist on the back of her head. He had always preferred her hair down but he couldn't deny that he liked the view of her creamy long neck that the hairstyle offered. Her outfit didn't disappoint either. She was wearing a fitted black dress, far too thin for the chilly fall weather, black tights and of course black high heels. "You're breathtaking." Seeing her confused expression he realized that he had said it out loud. "Where were you?" He didn't even try to hide the jealousy in his voice.
The man had nerve. After everything they went through he was sitting there, looking at her like she was some kind of miracle that had happened before his eyes, asking her where she was. "I was out. On a date. With my boyfriend. " Suddenly he was standing next to her, a hand on her waist pulling her body flush against his, the other caressing her soft neck slowly. His chocolate eyes were looking at her with both adoration and rage and before she knew it his lips were stealing kisses from hers.
She felt lost. Lost in his kisses, his touch, lost in him. No, she was not going to let that happen. So she pushed him away. "Fuck you." "Katerina." "No, you don't get to do that, to call me that name. You don't get to ask me where I was and you most certainly don't get to kiss me. Just go home, Elijah. I'm sure Hayley is waiting for you."
Silence. He was again standing there, staring at her. A weak we're not together anymore left his lips a second later as he looked away from her. "But Mason and I are, Elijah."
With those last words she walked away, because she knew if she stood there a little longer, listening to him, she'd believe it. If she stood there for just one more second she'd believe every word that leaves his mouth, every promise. She has already done it once, she'd not do it again, she'd not be that girl again.
I love you was Elijah's broken whisper destined to not be heard.
