[Yeap this is the version 2.0 of the story, corrected this time grammar and spelling and many other things thx to the awsome saichick, she helped me alot in correcting this and now I'm upgrading the story with this better written document. Nothing of the story had changed just it flows like charm in English now. So yeah re-reading is encouraged maybe you would like a little bit more or just understand some parts than were a little bit confusing or just meaningless so enjoy and thx for the reviews really helps alot]

Intro

I have been thinking of that night. Maybe it was months ago, but I'm still trapped in that little moment in time when I saw her in that sexy and beautiful dress [and] my mind forgets everything else that keeps it busy.

I can't understand why lately I find really hard to talk to her. Even trivial stuff requires a titanic effort and always ends in frustration, at least for me. I can't understand why I'm having difficulty with simple things as though it were rocket science. Even when I talk to her about work and professional crap, it's still hard. My head feels lost and my ideas disappear. I answer her as if my mind is on autopilot.

Because my mind is so focused on her, I get lost in her emerald eyes and start fantasizing about telling her all the things that pass through my head. But it's impossible to articulate the words because they move through my mind faster than my mouth can form the words, making me look like a fool with weird sounds instead of words.

What does she have than the other girls don't? I mean, come on! I can get any girl I want … except for her. I can flirt with any chick, except her...

Is it just my stupidity, or pure coincidence? But every time I meet her eyes, time just stops and my mind becomes blank. I simply stop thinking. GAH! Again I just got lost! I feel so hopeless, so foolish.

She knows everything about me, but I don't know anything about her. Sometimes I think I just know her name. I don't even know her birthday, or at least I can hardly remember. It's something so silly and trivial, but at the same time, so important in those human relations.

Why has she stayed by my side all this years? No matter what, there she was... for me.

Why?

"Excuse me sir but the diagram than you asked is ready now," Jarvis abruptly interrupted Tony's thoughts, leaving him puzzled for a few seconds.

"Huh?"

"Sir, is everything alright? You seem a little lost." The A.I. sounded concerned about its master.

"Oh yeah, the diagram. Thanks, Jarvis."

Tony left his desk in order to check out the diagram that was being projected around his workshop. He was trying really hard to focus on the diagram, but his mind was someplace else playing a bad joke on Tony since he had beaten Stane.

Lately those thoughts were haunting him more than usual, especially every time he had to change his palladium batteries or check his blood toxicity. A great paradox, the arc reactor had saved his life, but now it was slowly and painfully killing him. Worse than if he had been left in Afghanistan to die with the shrapnel in his heart. Unfortunately, this time there were no Yinsen, no one else to help or talk about it.

With these thoughts, he simply went back to his desk, took a sheet of paper and a pen, and started to rewrite his will. While he was writing, he got upset at the mixture of feelings and tears dropped in silence. He wiped them and got more upset, took the paper away, and in a rage he simply kicked his chair, making it to crash to the ground and his tools drop everywhere. Tony quickly left workshop, opened his bedroom door, and slammed it behind him.

Pepper was still at the mansion, working on her laptop. When she heard the door slam, she jumped out of her seat, making her upset enough to yell at him. "Tony! What are you doing up there?"

But there was no answer.