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Note: Hey, you all...
This is a little 2-shot. And complete.
This short story is set in an alternate universe. ( A/U)
In this one, Ana is Christian's employee and they're very good friends.
Enjoy! ;)
His heart burning bright
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Ana woke up, gasping for air. She was in a sitting position and observed her surroundings. She was home in her apartment and felt tears rolling down her face.
"Let it go, Anastasia." she whispered, as she desperately tried to catch her breath.
Since the encounter with Hyde, she'd been having nightmares every single night of him, keeping her against her will. However, this dream was very different compared to the previous ones… this time Christian and Taylor didn't come to save her.
In this nightmare, he watched how Hyde held her in his grip, but Christian didn't do a single thing… In this particular nightmare he didn't stop Hyde from hurting her…
At one point Ana's eyes fluttered shut, while loud sobs escaped her pale lips.
"No! That didn't happen! Christian did help me! He and Taylor saved me." she exclaimed, her voice sounding so strange in her own ears.
Without a thought, Ana's hand landed on the drawer of her nightstand, and she opened it. She frantically began searching for her phone. As soon as she had it, Ana dialed a specific number, and waited patiently. After three rings, her eyes landed on her nightstand and it was then when she saw what time it was.
"3:07…" Ana uttered, her eyes wide.
"Oh no!" she exclaimed, and hung up the phone.
Ana groaned softly, mentally slapping herself. Christian was probably sleeping, exhausted from dozens of meetings with big clients.
"Shit!"
Why did she dial his number?!
Ana then hid her face in her pillow, and yelled into it, so the noise she made was a muffled sound. After a little while, Ana pulled herself together, and went to the bathroom to splash some water on her face.
While watching her own reflection in the mirror, she attempted to convince herself that it all was just a bad dream… nothing more.
"It wasn't real" she said softly, trying to be convincing.
It was then, when she heard her phone ring. In a flash, Ana reached her phone and when she read the name on the display, she wished that the ground would swallow her whole.
"Crap! Shit." she muttered under her breath." Did I wake him up?!"
Aaargh! Well, she couldn't ignore the call. Right? So, after four rings, Ana picked up." Hello." She said into the phone, trying to be nonchalant about it.
(As if it wasn't 3 in the freaking morning!)
"Ana! Are you alright? Something wrong?" she heard Christian say from the other side of the line, his voice thick with concern.
(he sounded sleepy also)
While placing a hand over her face, Ana wanted so badly to clobber herself." Christian! So sorry, but uhumm… I… I didn't mean to call you." She tried explaining." I didn't realize it was this late. I apologize… I shouldn't have dialed your number. OK, bye now. Sleep tight!"
And then she hung up the phone, while she felt heat spreading towards her cheeks from embarrassment.
From the other side of the line, Christian heard a click, after she apologized to him.
Huh?! Did she really hang up on him?!
Christian shook his head, and dialed her number again.
When Ana heard her phone ring once more, she groaned softly and answered it.
"Christian… I said that I was sorry. I will let you rest now."
"Ana, I know you and you don't call without a good reason. What's wrong?" she heard him say." What happened? Tell me… we're friends aren't we?"
She nervously ran a hand through her chestnut-colored locks, and contemplated what to tell him. After a few seconds she cleared her throat. "I… uhumm, I had a bad dream. And I know! I know it's very silly that the nightmare got me so worked up and I apologize…" she began, but he cut her off gently.
"No, Ana. It's not silly at all… I- uhumm, I know what it's like to have a dream so horrible... th-that you think that it's real. But, it's not… So there's no need to apologize, Ana…" he told her.
While letting out a deep breath, Ana decided to continue." Well, the dream was really bad…" she whispered.
Christian listened with undivided attention, and heard in her voice that she was pretty shaken up. Without thinking twice, he asked." Do you need me?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" Ana asked dumbfounded, her eyes wide.
"I mean, do you want me to come over and talk more about your nightmare?" he clarified, his voice gentle.
Ana panicked, at hearing those four words.
'Do you need me?'
They were simple words, but to her they meant so much…
"S-so… uhumm, I don't think that it would be a good idea… tomorrow we have a lot of work to do at the office, and afterwards there's this charity event, and …" Ana summed up, but she stopped mid-sentence, because she heard him chuckle.
"What?" What's so funny?" She asked, her brows furrowed, wondering why he found the situation funny.
"Ana, I know our plans for tomorrow, so you don't have to sum it all up." Christian pointed out." Please don't babble, because right now you clearly need someone to talk to. I'm coming over, and that's it. OK?"
"But it's way passed 3, Christian!"
He didn't reply, and instead Ana heard nothing." Hello… Christian?"
It was then, when it dawned on her that he had hung up the phone.
"Seriously?! Damn it! Shit! He's coming over here!" Ana shouted, and jumped out the bed.
She strode towards her bathroom, and hastily brushed her teeth. Then she washed her face.
While looking at her own reflection in the mirror, Ana noticed that she looked like crap… argh!
She had bags under her eyes and her eyes were red from crying. As Ana tied her hair in a messy bun, her heart fluttered inside her chest.
'Stop it! He's coming over only to comfort you… nothing more.' She tried to convince herself.
After calming down, Ana walked back to her bedroom in her white nightgown. She waited for Christian and even called him to tell him that it wasn't necessary for him to come over. Of course Christian didn't change his mind about it, and told her that he was already on his way.
"I'll be at your place in ten minutes" he had said, and hung up the phone.
Even though she expected him, Ana still was startled, when she heard a knock on her apartment door. 'Christian!'
With the phone still in her hand, Ana walked towards the living room, and then swung the door open. "Hey" he said, and gave her a worried look." You OK?"
While looking straight into her eyes, he cupped Ana's face gently. In her blue eyes, he saw fear, and a little panic, though she tried her very best to hide it from him.
"How are you?" he asked, his eyes filled with concern, while gently tracing her cheek with his thumb.
Ana cleared her throat in response, hypnotized by his presence and gaze." I… I've had better nights. But, everything's f-fine now." She lied." You should not have come over."
Christian kept looking at her, a small smile playing at his lips, while gently brushing a lock from her beautiful, make-up free face. "I'm here for you, Ana…" He simply said." Just like you've been there for me a dozen times before..."
Note: Thank you for reading this little story. :)
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xoxo,
J