I own none of the characters, just the story. All characters belong to E. . Reviews or personal messages, positive or negative welcome. This is my first fanfiction and i would appreciate your honest thoughts and opinions. Am open to suggestions as have no idea where i plan to take this story, just some ideas i wish to include.

Ana's POV

It is now Sunday evening. It has been two awful days since i walked out of Escala, walked out on Christian. I haven't eaten and i haven't gotten any sleep either. I miss him. I miss him terribly. But, i am not enough for him. Never have been, never will be. And to think all that could have been avoided if that god forsaken bitch troll, Mrs Robinson, had not got her claws into him when he was already so damaged. We might have been able to establish a normal relationship.

Urgh! Why do i keep on doing this to myself! I have to forget about him and move on with my life! I need to get myself ready for work and hopefully tonight sleep will evade my senses. Not once have i been able to have some sleep without dreaming of those stunningly beautiful grey eyes and the feel of his dark copper hair and long skilled fingers. The way those same fingers had felt when they...AHH! My inner goddess might still be on cloud nine but my self- conscious and i are still in utter hell! It is really simple. I love him, always have always will, it's just a shame the feeling isn't mutual.

I should really eat something but i am too emotionally wired to even contemplate going out to buy food to cook with right now. All i want to do is get ready for work and have a relaxing bath without thoughts of Christian. The fifty shades of fucked up stubborn ass that i happen to love!

I make my way to the bathroom and turn on the faucet and begin to take off my clothes whilst throwing them into the corner of the room. As i sink slowly into the water my thoughts travel to the bath that Christian and I recently shared in Georgia. Oh, what i would give to be back there right now in his arms. I close my eyes, and allow my imagination to create the illusion me and Christian are happy, together and in love with each other. That image alone has my heart beating faster. I'm snapped back to reality when i hear a clear loud knock on the front door.

I climb out of the bath and throw on a robe, which happen to be conveniently hanging on the back of the bathroom door. My breathing has become almost non-existent and i approach the door; in fear of who may be behind it. I begin to walk back to my bedroom when the knocking has subsided. I feel dizzy and light headed but that's probably because i have not eaten or had any proper sleep recently. I pull out a pair of sweatpants and a camisole and flop on to my bed. I give a big sigh as i close my eyes and try to pull my thought back together. Why did i have to do that interview? Why did he have to be at my graduation? Why did he have to be so sexy and utterly illegally gorgeous? And why did he have to make me fall in love with him?

I pull back the duvet and curl up on my side and try to get some semblance of sleep. Even thirty minutes would suffice this terrible headache i have through lack of sleep. I take one last glance at the clock on my bedside table. Ugf.. 11:37pm. Well, let's pray to god i can miraculously fall under the spell of innocent and calming dreams...