A/N: I've had this idea in my mind for some time now and I finally decided to write it. I am not a writer, but I do enjoy writing. This is my first time sharing my thoughts with people, so please be nice.
I got this idea from, in my opinion, the best love story ever, The notebook. It will not follow the same story line but details and events will be similar. It's just going to be a story of how two people met, fell in love, and lived their lives. There will be no BDSM. I changed a lot of the characters personalities but details from 50 shades will still be included. I really hope you guys like it.
April 15, 2024
Next month is me and my wife's anniversary. We will be celebrating fifteen wonderful years of marriage. I met her Twenty-two years ago, and that was the day my life began. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as she and I thank God every day that she was brought into my life. Words will never be able to explain my depth of love for her, but I make sure that my actions have shown her how much I have loved, respected, and cherished her. Through all of the tough times and tribulations life has handed us my love and devotion has never once wavered. She is and forever will be my soul mate, until the end of time.
I am on my lunch break and am heading over to my parents to talk about the plans of my anniversary party that will be held here. My wife doesn't know of it, and I would very much like to keep it that way. Although she is one to usually know of any surprise parties I have tried to throw her, I have kept a tight lid on this one this little secret.
My parent's house looks the same as when I was a young boy. Light gray stone lines the outside with dark shutters and a heavy dark oak door greeting you at the entrance. On either side are tall trees and thick shrubs with a long paved driveway and an iron gated fence surrounding the front of the property. The house overlooks the sound with a large grassy backyard and a well-kept boathouse where my father's boat has been housed for the last ten years.
I smile to myself, some things never change, and in this case I'm glad. I love coming home to the familiarity of the life I used to live with my parents. I never wanted for anything and my parents did their best to raise their three children to be respectful, driven and successful. They did not fail us and my brother, Elliot, my sister, Mia, and I have all been blessed to have such wonderful caring parents.
I walk up to the oak door and walk in. My parents don't bother locking the door during the day because anyone who gets onto their property must have the code to the gate, which is only close friends and family.
I hear voices emanating from the kitchen and smell enticing aromas traveling through the house and silkily caressing my olfactory nerves. I enter the kitchen and am greeted by my mother and younger sister.
"Christian, hi!" My sister may be in her late thirties but her bubbly nature is still as present as ever.
"Mia, it's good to see you again." I tell her. She engulfs me into one of her patented Mia hugs then releases me so I can greet my mother.
"Hi, Mom." My mother envelopes my face in her aging hands and smooths her thumbs over my cheeks, just like she always did when I was younger.
She gives me a warm smile. "Nice to see you, darling boy." I pull her into my embrace and hold her against me. My mother is 65 now, and although I still think she is still as strong and sharp as nails, I know her ability to perform certain tasks have decreased due to her waning form. Though she is older she still looks well for her age. Her hair is almost completely gray, she has the signs of a long life around her eyes and mouth and her skin doesn't have the elasticity it once had, but still the same softness I remember from long ago.
I let her go and smile at her. She is an amazing woman and I am so lucky to be able to call her my mother. I then turn to my sister and see she is checking on something in the oven.
"What are you guys making?" I ask them. It's not unusual for them to be cooking. Mia is a chef at her own restaurant, Bonne Compagnie, French for good company. It's doing really well, as I knew it would, and we are all proud of Mia for her accomplishments.
My mother cooks because it provides that sense of home and calmness that everyone needs once in a while. They are both wonderful cooks and I enjoy eating whatever they make, even if it does make me have to buy larger sized pants.
"Apple pies." Mia tells me.
"Sounds good. What's the occasion?" It's just another ordinary day. No holidays, birthdays, or anniversaries, I think.
"No reason, just felt like baking today."
"Oh, right." I sit down at the bar stool that is placed in front of the breakfast bar. Across from the breakfast bar is the sink with a large window overlooking the backyard. I look at the boathouse sitting on the edge of the water. The wear and tear of the weather is noticeable on the small building but after so many years it still looks in good shape.
I watch the soft waves of the sound bob and weave against the earth and glisten in the shining afternoon sun. It surely is a lovely day today.
My mother's voice takes me away from my thoughts. "So how are my grandbabies doing, Christian?"
"They're great. Wonderful actually. Teddy is making all A's and his teachers are calling him a math whiz, Liam is doing better, he's still having a little trouble pronouncing a few words, but he's making improvements. Olivia is just," I pause thinking of a word to describe my little princess, "She's incredible." I smile thinking of my children. They are what I am most proud of. They bring joy and happiness to my life and I don't know what I would do without them.
"Sorry about the miniature castle, Christian. I didn't think it would be such a problem." Mia tells me apologetically. She and Elliot collaborated to make Olivia a child sized castle that is in our backyard at my house. It was rather impressive and I could tell Mia and Elliot both put a lot of time and energy into making it. Of course Olivia loved it. So much that she slept in it for an entire week and her mother and I fought like hell to try to coax her to come out and sleep back in her own bedroom. In the end the parents prevailed much to Olivia's vexation.
"Yeah, troublesome times in the Grey castle." I chuckle. I love that little girl more than life, but sometimes she grates my nerves and makes me want to pull my hair out. Her temper tantrums are something everyone tries to avoid, for when it comes, it's not pretty.
Of course her mother and I give her everything she needs and some of the stuff she wants, but we don't spoil our children with material things that will mean nothing to them as they age. We give them memories and love that they will cherish for all of their lives. So even though Olivia throws her temper tantrums for not getting her way, and sometimes we, or I, give in, we make it an effort to teach our children to be grateful for everything they have, because the things that mean the most don't last forever.
"Okay, darling," My mother cuts in, "You said when you called that you want to have your anniversary party here. Shall we start on that then?"
"Oh, yes! I'm so excited. I remember how fun it was to plan your wedding." Mia clasps her hands together and follows our mother out to the sitting room across the hall from the kitchen, only after she places the apple pies to cool atop the stove.
Mia and I sit down on the loveseat facing the fireplace while Grace sits on the cushioned chair to the right of us, facing the French windows. On the coffee table is already a folder and samples of invitations and pictures of designs among other details.
"Mom, are you up for doing all of this?" I know she isn't extremely old, but I don't want her to wear herself out.
"Of course, dear. I'm honored to help you plan this. Some couples marriages don't last as long as yours has, and I want to be a part of the process of celebrating that." She responds earnestly. I nod my head.
"Okay then, let's get started." I can feel Mia's excitement seeping from her pores.
She picks up a notebook and pen and begins to read off sentences that seem to converge together.
"What's the theme? What colors do you want? How many people are you planning to invite? What date do you want it? You want it here, but do you want it inside or outside…"
I stop her before she can ask any more questions. "Woah, Mia. Breathe. How about we just focus on one thing at a time, okay?" She nods her head and I smile. She hasn't changed in the slightest from our younger years, but then I never expected her to. "By the way, I didn't ask, how's David?" David and Mia have been married for ten years now. We all thought she was going to spend her life with Ethan, Elliot's wife's brother, but that fell through.
She gives me a dazzling smile and has a faraway look in her eye. "He's my dream come true." I smile at her. I didn't like the thought of my little sister being with someone when we were younger and I still don't, but knowing that she is being taken care of takes some of the sourness away.
"Good. That's how it should be and always stay." I tell her in a stern but warm voice. She rolls her eyes at me but smiles nonetheless.
"Speaking of spouses, how's your wife, Christian?" My mother asks me, joining in on the conversation.
I think of the woman I plan to spend eternity with. She's my hopes and dreams incarnate, and every attribute that I lack she possesses. She's my other half, my breath, my life, my everything. I can't live a day without her and I don't go a day without thinking of her.
I beam at my mother. "She's doing well. Living and loving life as much as I am."
My mother's eyes soften and she gives me a delicate grin. "That's all I have ever hoped for my children. To live and love life, with no regrets and past mistakes pulling you pack into the past."
"How's Dad?" Mia asks our mother.
Grace purses her lips but then her expression dissolves into one of simply happiness and love. "He's getting old, as am I, but living life as if he was young again." She rolls her eyes.
"Where is Dad?" I ask.
"Your brother took him out for lunch, said he wanted some father son bonding time." She shakes her head. Elliot has never been one to just have a simple day. Ask his wife, or kids. It's never a boring day with Elliot. And wherever he took our father I'm sure they are both having one hell of a time. Although I don't know how much trouble a 67 year old man can get into to.
Like my mother my father is in very good shape. He can actually pass for late fifties instead of late sixties. Both of my parents have taken good care of themselves, and my mother, now being a retired doctor, has made sure to keep up with their health. Clearly it's paid off.
"Do you know where they went?" Mia asks.
"No. But knowing your brother it's probably somewhere your father shouldn't be." She laughs softly. I wonder if she thinks he took her husband to a strip club. I laugh inwardly, a 67 year old man at a strip club during lunch hour. That'll be one hell of a lunch date.
"Okay, so how about these plans? Do you know which theme you want?" My mother steers us back on track. I shake my head. I was hoping they could help me choose.
"Ooo, how about love in Paris? It's so romantic and isn't that were you spent part of you honeymoon?" Mia's excitement is slowly reaching its peak again.
"Yeah, but that seems cliché and overused, I want something unexpected but still romantic. Something that means a lot to the both of us." I think out loud.
"What about boat rides in Venice? That's really romantic. David and I went there for our honeymoon and I was swooning more over the scenery than my new husband." Mia guiltily giggles.
Although it does sound very romantic, it doesn't feel right. It doesn't click with how I am picturing it in my head, even though I can't articulate properly how the scene is supposed to look.
"I like it, but not for this." I tell her. She nods her head and summons more ideas to the forefront of her mind.
"How about the first time you met? You know like recreate your first date, but instead of sharing it with just her, it'll be with close family and friends." My mother speaks up.
I think about it for a minute. As I mull it over in my head I realize that it fits perfectly with how I had pictured it in my mind. A broad smile slowly crawls onto my face and I turn my gaze onto my mother.
"That's it! That's perfect!" She returns my grin.
"Okay, so your first date. Anything specific you want highlighted during the celebration?" Mia asks getting straight into planning mode. If she didn't want to pursue a career in cooking, I'm sure she would have been an event planner.
"Um, we were sitting underneath a willow tree that was facing a lake. We had a picnic and talked for hours. Nothing real special happened, but it was the best day of my life." It was, aside from getting married and watching my children being born.
"Alright, so a willow tree and a lake?" Mia thinks about it for a minute grazing her fingers under her chin, a long time habit as she thinks about something, "I think we can work with that." She says nodding.
"You know, I remember you telling me about your date and obviously honeymoon and wedding, but I have no recollection of anything else. I know Mia and David's journey to love, even Kate and Elliot's, but not yours." My mother's curious voice penetrates the air.
I think about it for a moment. I realize that I have never shared my and my wife's story with my family. I have with few friends, I think, but never with my family. I find it strangely odd that after all of this time I have never divulged how my soul mate and I got to where we are today.
"You're right. I haven't. Do you guys want to hear it?" I ask them and they scoot forward in their chairs, eagerly waiting to hear the story of how two people destined to be together meet through either fate or mere coincidence.
I chuckle at their enthusiasm. "It was the beginning of summer 2002 when I first saw her . . ."
May 17, 2002.
Christian was taking a walk through the park one sunny afternoon. It was his last day of school today and at the end of the summer he would be attending one of the most prestigious universities known all around, Harvard University. He didn't know what to feel about his impending departure, what he did know though is what he wanted to do with his life. He had an idea that his grandfather Trevelyan had implanted into his mind. He wanted to run his own business. Specifically a business focused on Mergers and Acquisitions.
He had discussed the topic over and over with his grandfather, and his grandpa Trevelyan always championed his abilities to notice the fine detail and hone in on his intuition and instinct. It was a gift not many people would ever possess, and Christian was determined to use his ability to create jobs, and change the way the world operated.
His grandfather was a corporate lawyer and Christian looked up to him as if he was Jesus himself. He admired his grandfather, there was no doubt of that, and he loved spending time with him and talking to him. Christian gained many wise insights from his grandfather and learned many things that would become useful to him later in life.
As he walked through the park not looking at anything particular he noticed a young girl he had never seen before sitting underneath a large oak tree with a wide trunk and a green shady canopy hanging above her head. He wasn't sure why she had caught his attention. She wasn't the only one in the park. As a matter of fact there were more people than usual roaming the area.
He stood there and watched her, scrutinizing her characteristics and regarding her curiously. He didn't know what it was about her that caught his attention.
She was silently reading a book, sitting Indian style against the dark trunk of the tree. She had long light brown hair speckled with streaks of amber when the sun casted light at the right angle. She had on dark blue jean shorts and a loose flowy light blue sleeveless shirt. He noticed the pale skin of her limbs and wondered if she got out often.
Anastasia was reading her favorite book, Pride and Prejudice, under the large shady oak tree in the park she has come to for the past week now. Her last day of school was two weeks ago, and she was staying with her father in Seattle until school started again in the fall.
She adored her father. Raymond Steele was her best friend and calming balm when she needed it. When her parents were going through the nasty divorce years back she remembered she wanted to stay with her father. She begged and pleaded with her mother to let her live with her father, but her mother ignored her cries. Instead they came up with the arrangement they have now. Ray has Ana during the summer, and Carla Adams has her daughter during the school year.
As much as Anastasia loved her mother she didn't get along with her very well. They had very few things in common and didn't agree on most things, but as Carla was her mother, she ignored their differences and loved her nonetheless.
Anastasia always came in second place to her mother's husband. She didn't have anything against Robert, or Bob, as he liked to be called; she just wasn't too fond of the fact that she had to compete with him for her mother's attention, hence the reason for wanting to stay with her father in Seattle.
She was the only child of only children and she was lonely most days, so she kept to herself and let the rhythm of words take her to imaginative places where she wasn't alone, or didn't have to make enormous effort to gain her mother's attention or affection.
She liked being in Seattle, it was cooler and not very humid, unlike Georgia. She liked seeing the mountains and not being too far from the shore of the Pacific. Although it tended to be rainy, she didn't mind it, she admired the beauty held within the natural world and cherished things that can't be made by human hands. She spent a fair amount of time outdoors, although it wouldn't seem that way from her pale skin. Her and her father went hiking sometimes or went exploring through the wilderness.
When she wasn't spending time with her father, she would sit down, usually somewhere under a tree, and let the sweet writings of the old English classics take her away. Her father always told her she was older than her years and too wise for her time. At one time she felt that her father didn't approve of her spending many hours away with her face hidden away by the worn pages of old used books, and when she asked his response was, "It doesn't bother me one bit, as a matter of fact I find it inspiring, but it does worry me a bit that you're sitting under a tree somewhere with your nose in a book instead of being with friends your age. I just don't want you to miss out on you younger years, that's all."
She wasn't sure how to respond to her father. She didn't think she was missing out on anything. She enjoyed reading and being alone with her own thoughts now. Sure it would be nice to have friends to hang out with, but she didn't and she didn't let it bother her too much.
As she was reading the sentence where Darcy is proposing to Elizabeth for the first time, she felt someone's eyes on hers. She looked up and locked eyes with a striking young man with piercing gray eyes, light brown hair with a hint of auburn, and broad shoulders with narrow hips. His body was covered in a tight white t-shirt and light jeans. Her breath caught in her throat and she hurriedly looked away. He was gorgeous, the most gorgeous boy she had ever seen.
Christian was gazing upon her when she all of a sudden looked up at him. For the first time he saw her angry ocean blue eyes and the soft attractive features of her young face. He was too far away to observe the finer details of her form, and even before he could strain his eye to see her more accurately, she hastily looked away.
He slightly frowned at this action and wondered why she had turned away so quickly. Before his mind realized what his feet were doing, he gradually, steadily approached the young girl under the tree.
Anastasia saw him moving closer to her and held her breath. She didn't know why or if he was approaching her, but she sincerely hoped he was going to the small pond that sat to the right of where she was sitting.
Christian stopped in front of her and looked down at her. His mind didn't seem to comprehend why he was standing in front of her, but his body seemed to know the answer. He didn't know what to say so instead he just sat down in front of her and turned to look out at the water. There were ducks and their ducklings lazily floating along on the small pond and he watched them quietly, sitting in front of a girl he didn't know.
Anastasia peeked up at him from her book and saw him sitting in front of her focused on something to her right. She turned her head and noticed the ducks and their chicks in the small pond. She turned back to the mysterious boy in front of her and caught his eye.
They sat there for about a minute staring at each other, not knowing what to say. They were too busy appreciating each other's fine characteristics that make up the beautiful composition of their faces to introduce themselves, or say anything else.
Christian could now see the freckles arbitrarily lining her nose and cheeks. She had rosy full lips and thick brown eyebrows that had a soft arch to them. Her cheekbones were well defined and she had a small rounded nose. He noticed her flowy hair reached past her full breasts and stopped about mid torso. She was the most beautiful person he had ever seen, he was sure of it.
Anastasia regarded him warily but with reverence. He was no doubt the most beautiful person her eyes had ever fallen upon. He had a straight nose, his hair looked messy, but not in the bad way, high cheek bones, luscious lips and smooth lightly tanned skinned. He was dreamy, Ana thought.
Christian finally broke the silence first, as the awkwardness began to grow as they wordlessly stared at each other.
"I'm Christian. Christian Grey." He announced.
Anastasia thought about what Ray had always taught her. Don't trust anyone, even those who look harmless, until you know their true intentions. Christian looked harmless enough, though she was positive if he wanted to he could physically harm her. Though, something in her, even with Ray's warning words in her mind, overruled every ounce of reason not to talk to this stranger in front of her. She took a leap of faith, because although she didn't understand it, that's what her heart was telling her to do.
She gave him a thin small smile. "Anastasia Steele. Though, I prefer Ana." She told him quietly.
He held out his hand for her to shake. "Nice to meet you, Ana." He said smoothly. She placed her tiny hand in his large and gave it a firm shake.
When they let go they sat in silence for a moment, again not knowing what to say. Ana decided to bite the bullet and be the first to make conversation with Christian.
"So do you come here often?" She questioned. Christian relished in the breathy way the words escaped her mouth. Her voice was lovely, he thought.
"Sometimes." He answered. "I walk around this park sometimes when I want to clear my head and think." She nodded her head, gazing at him with her round blue orbs. "What about you?" He asked curiously. This is the first time he has seen her here. He wondered if she had just moved here.
"I just moved back here for the summer with my father. I usually come here just to read." She said holding up the dingy worn out book in her hand.
"What book are you reading?" He asked her.
"Pride and Prejudice." He frowned. She looked young, not too young but young enough that he wouldn't have expected her to be reading such a novel. He thought usually girls her age would be having sleep overs and doing each other's hair and nails, not reading the literary classics of old England.
Ana noticed Christian's frowned and furrowed her brow, wondering what he was frowning about.
"How old are you?" He was curious of her age.
"Sixteen, I'll be seventeen in September." She glanced at him. She had no idea how old he was. He was still in his youth, she knew that, she just couldn't pinpoint his age. "How old are you?" She parroted him.
"Seventeen, I'm turning eighteen next month."
"Oh." was her only response. She turned to look out at the pond again. She couldn't stand to stare at him too long, otherwise she would get lost in his stormy gray eyes.
Christian watched her as she looked out to the pond. He still didn't know what had drawn him to her, but he didn't care enough to try to figure it out. He was just glad that something had drawn him to her. He wanted to talk to her, make conversation, but he wasn't quite sure what to say. If he was being completely honest with himself, he was slightly intimidated by her beauty. His brain was a puddle of incomprehensive sentences and unanswered questions.
The sun was slowly setting. Anastasia took out her flip phone and checked the time. It was going on six and any other night Ray would be home around five, but Fridays were usually his late nights. He stayed in the warehouse after hours to finish small projects, balance the checkbook, or sometimes just to clean his working area. He was a hardworking carpenter that made his living from making one-of-a kind furniture with his bare hands. It was tedious and tiresome but he felt accomplished and satisfied when he finished a project. He wasn't rich but being that he made furniture that is sold nowhere else, he made quite a small fortune from his woodwork.
Christian noticed Ana looking at the time and wondered when she needed to be home. It wasn't dark but the fire orange and ruby red streaks of light painting the sky didn't offer as much light as the bright shining sun had earlier.
"Do you have to get home soon?" He said looking at her.
She mutely nodded her head.
"Can I walk you home? It's getting late, and I don't think it would be safe for a young girl to walk home alone." Although what he said was true he just didn't want to leave her company just yet. They haven't said much to each other, and it was awkward at times, but their entire encounter wasn't awkward.
Christian fell under Ana's scrutiny. She didn't see anything wrong with him walking her home, but then he would know where she lived. She felt she could trust him, but she was still wary of him. But then she thought about walking home alone under the darkening sky. If Ray ever knew she had walked home alone he wouldn't be too pleased. She weighed both options in her mind and settled on letting Christian walking her home. She figured a stranger knowing where she lived would be less terrifying than a stranger approaching her on her journey home, potentially causing her harm.
"Okay." She agreed softly. Christian smiled at her then stood. He held out his hand for her, helping her off the ground. She grasped his hand and he hauled her to her feet, book in her hand.
"Which way?" he asked her. Ana liked how his low baritone voice silkily graced her ears.
"That way." She pointed ahead of them, due east.
"Okay." And without thinking Christian took her hand. He didn't intend to, it was almost like it was an action out of habit.
Ana was surprised when Christian had took her hand in his, but she was even more surprised by the fact that it felt right and not awkward as she first thought it would be.
Christian glanced down his nose at Ana. He was tall for his age and she was average height for her age. The top of her head just almost reached his shoulder, and he still seemed to tower over her.
They walked together following the path of the trail in the park then making an exit at the entrance. They got onto the side walk and headed in the same direction Christian came to get here. He idly wondered if she lived in the same area as he did.
As they began the journey to Anastasia's home Christian tried to make small chit chat in an effort to avoid any awkwardness, even though so far there hadn't been any.
"You said you're staying here for the summer. Where will you go when the summer is over?" Christian asked her.
"I'll be back in Georgia with my mother and her husband." A hint of melancholy was echoed in her voice.
"Do you not want to go back with your mother?"
She shook her head and looked down then spoke, "I love my mother, but I'd rather be with my father." Her answer was vague which brought more questions to Christians mind.
"Why's that?" he took a quick glance at her, "Sorry, I don't mean to intrude. You don't have to tell me. I was just trying to make conversation." He babbled.
"No, it's okay, I don't think you're intruding." She said and smiled a small genuine smile. "My father and I just get along better, and I like Washington more than Georgia." She lightly shrugged her shoulders.
"Do your parents know that?"
"Yes."
"Then why don't you just stay where you want to be. I'm sure you can enroll in a school here." They continued to walk down the paved sidewalks, hand in hand.
"I wanted to, but when my parents first got divorced I begged my mother to let me stay with my father and she refused. Since then they came up with the arrangement that we have now. I stay with my dad in the summer and my mom during the school year."
"Why didn't your mother let you go with your father?" He was intrigued and curious.
"I don't know. I told her I would still visit her all the time, but she didn't want to hear any of it. After a while I just accepted my fate and stopped asking to live with my father, because I knew what her answer would be." Her voice was soft and wistful.
Christian gently squeezed her hand. She looked up at him and he gave her a comforting smile, Ana smiled back while looking into his eyes. She saw something then that made her trust him. Christian saw the same thing in Ana's eyes that she saw in his. It wasn't something neither of them could explain nor comprehend, and they didn't waste the energy trying to.
They approached a well-kept neighborhood, a neighborhood Christian was familiar with. His grandparents lived in this neighborhood, and as they drew closer to Ana's home he realized that Ana's house was a block away from his grandparent Trevelyan's.
Ana noticed how natural Christian seemed to be with the neighborhood and wondered why. She wondered if family lives here, or friends, or maybe a girlfriend? She hadn't even stopped to think about if he was in a relationship with someone. She then became aware of their palms pressed against one another's. Would someone in a relationship hold another girls hand, she wondered. She wouldn't know as she had never been in a relationship before, but if she had, she wouldn't know how comfortable she would be with the idea.
Christian was oblivious to Ana's wonderings and gazed upon the house they have stopped in front of. It was nothing grandiose but it wasn't small and plain either. With dark brick, French doors and floor to ceiling windows, he had always loved homes like these. They weren't extravagant, but they weren't simple either, just a perfect equilibrium of elegance and simplicity.
"Well, this is me." Ana said, pulling Christian away from his inner musings.
Christian turned his line of sight onto her. "You live here?"
"Yes."
"Wow, it's a beautiful house."
Ana glanced at her home and shrugged her shoulders. "Yeah, I guess. I just see my house; I don't really see the particularity of it."
Christian nodded. Their gazes fell upon one another. She smiled then looked down at her feet.
"Will I see you again?" Christian quietly asked.
Ana's eyes met his again. She thought about the afternoon she had just spent with him. It wasn't anything spectacular, but it wasn't something that would ordinarily occur either, and the more she thought about it, she had come to realize that she actually didn't mind his company. Even though he is a stranger, she didn't feel that way with him. Their time together for the most part wasn't awkward and they talked easily with each other when they had something to talk about. She decided to let her heart speak for her once again.
"I'm not sure, but I do spend most of my time at the park if I'm not with my dad." She offered.
"Okay, well then how about we let circumstance decide for us?"
She cocked her head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"Well, if we are meant to meet again let's leave it to the possibility of circumstance allowing us to see each other once more." He elaborated.
"You mean like fate?"
"Yeah, or just mere coincidence."
Ana grinned at him and he grinned back, but it started to fade once he realized that there may be a possibility that he would never see her again. Yeah sure he knew where she lived now, but there's a chance that she would never be there if he was looking for her.
Ana was thinking the same thing as Christian and she was confused by her feelings. She didn't know him but she was disappointed of the thought of never seeing him again. She wondered how someone she didn't know one thing about could evoke such a feeling in her. She shook her head to get her thoughts in order.
"Well, I should be getting inside." Her voice broke the momentary silence surrounding them.
"Yeah, of course." His mood was slightly somber, but he hid it well.
She looked at him, searching for the right words to give as a farewell.
"Thanks for walking me home." She stalled.
"No problem." They gazed into each other's eyes once more, prolonging the inevitable.
She looked away, his eyes were mesmerizing and if she stared to long she would find herself lost, unable to find her way back.
"I guess we have to leave it to fate or coincidence before we see each other again." Christian said.
Ana slightly smiled and nodded. She took one more glance at him, locking away his handsome features away in her memory just in case, and turned down her driveway.
Christian watched as she reached her door then turned around to wave at him before she disappeared into her house. He strangely felt empty inside as he watched her wooden door separate them. He didn't know what to feel about these feeling or where they were coming from. The only thing he did know was that he wanted to see her again.
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