I'm not a writer. I have a good fantasy though. Normally I don't put anything on paper, but I think it would be nice for a change to try something. I haven't much else on my hands at the moment. It is kind of a one-shot. Maybe I will add another chapter if my fantasy is working ;-) and I have enough (good) revieuws. It probably isn't much different from the other stories here. Please do review if you read it!
ARIA'S POV
Still a little jetlagged from the long flight from Philadelphia to London I was finally sitting in England. In a little town called Wokingham. It is not London, but still I'm in England. My parents wanted some time together and asked if they could travel in England during the summer. Mike and I could stay home, though we were invited for a couple of days to come. Mike turned it down and stays the summer over at his best friend. After all what happened over the last 6 years, the death of Allison, Ian Thomas, A, me and Ezra, 4 years of study at NYU, it seemed a nice opportunity for me to get a couple of days away from New York and Rosewood, as I would stay in my parent's house during the time they were away. Well I have dealt with the death parts, although sometimes we still miss Allison, and this whole A-thing was gone, but I'm not sure if I want to see Ezra. After our first year together we thought everything would be easier, but it didn't. We ended up saying nothing to my parents, nothing to anyone, just the girls knew we were once a couple. After graduating from Rosewood High I went to NYU. Ezra was teaching at Hollis and we thought we could make it work, but before I even went to NYU, we called it quits. We still loved each other, but we both thought it would be too difficult to be together. It broke my heart, and I think it did his to. Well I'm actually sure it broke his too, as I saw it in his eyes, whenever we met over that first summertime. I think we were both very stubborn and that's why we didn't reconcile. Well and after the summer I went to NYU and it got a little easier. Well just a little… The first months I put all my energy in school and studying. I met David at the library. He was funny and made me laugh. That's how we started to be a couple. I really like David, our relationship is easy, but I know he is not the guy where I will end up with the rest of my life, although we are now 3 years officially a couple. I think he thinks the same about me, but we're having fun now and go with the flow. David and I planned some fun stuff over the summertime, as well as I did with the girls, but still it felt I needed to go to England, away from all the stuff from my past. David supported me by saying I had to go. It would be a nice opportunity.
Anyway I'm sitting here now in my hotel room, being bored. I should get my head on other thoughts than this. My parents are today travelling around and they will be back around 6pm. It is now 2pm, so I still have a couple of hours to do something, nothing. I'm getting crazy in this hotel room and need to get out of here. I decide to see if there is a public place I can sit and read. I brought some new good books for me to read. At the reception they recommend the bar across the street. I decide to take their suggestion.
I'm sitting in the corner of the small bar. As I look across the bar, there are not much people. A few old men sitting at the bar with a beer in their hand, a small group of guys, probably friends, chatting over a cup of coffee. The waitress is coming and asking me what I will have. I order a latte. I take a look at the book I brought to read. It's a good one. I take another glance at the group of guys as they laugh. And then I look in his blue eyes. Our eyes are locked for a minute, as he keeps on laughing with his friends. I'm shocked. Shocked looking in his eyes, which still gives me electric shocks through my spine. Shocked for seeing him! It is really him. Well it really looks like him. It can't be him. My brains are working fully. It has been 5 years since we ended things between us. After that summertime I have been merely in New York and tried not to go too much to Rosewood. It goes through my head "it can't be him" and I take another glance. He definitely looks like him. The dark, slightly curly hear, his blue eyes and his gorgeous face. He looks my way again and again our eyes meet. I feel a little embarrassed and look away again. He must be 28 by now, but he still has this boyish look. I can't keep my eyes away and look again as I see him looking at me. He is looking at me and I stare back at him. We look in each other's eyes and again it gives me chills. I think I am just crazy. The waitress is bringing me my latte, so I have to look away again. I thank her and force myself to open my book and read and not look at him anymore. The first 10 minutes I find it hard to keep my thoughts at the book, but soon it catches my attention and I'm totally shut out of the rest of the bar, the rest of the world, as the book is now my world.
I must have been in my book-world for some time, as I hear somebody say "hi" to me. I look up and look straight into his blue eyes. I say "hi" as well and look at him with a question in my eyes. My heart is pounding in my chest. I wonder what he is doing at my table. He asks if he can sit down. I nod. He keeps on staring in my eyes and I feel totally weak in my stomach. I hope he doesn't see what his staring at me, does with me. He says he saw me reading my book for the last hour and that it was very nice to see that again. I don't know what to say, so I blurt out "What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same" is what he replies to me. We just stare at each other for a moment, while I try to get my thoughts in order. He has probably a woman in his life, maybe even as a wife, or maybe he already has children. But why I'm I thinking this, I have a boyfriend too, although he is not the one. I finally get a grip and ask "How are you doing?" He answers "I'm fine. How about yourself?" "Yes, I'm good. So what are you doing here in this little town in England? I never would have thought to see you here." I reply. "It's kind of a bachelor thing with the guys." I feel disappointment coming over me, he is getting married. Then he continues "Hardy, you remember him? He is getting married, and we are having a little bachelor party over here. What about you?" The disappointment is quickly gone by feeling relieved, he might be still available, with a quick thought of why am I even having all these thoughts. I tell him that I just graduated NYU, which he congratulates me on. That my job, as a publicist in New York, starts just one week before the summer holiday ends. That I'm living there together with my boyfriend, that I'm happy in life. I tell him all the facts, that are going on in my life, like to a stranger, so it seems like you're a happy person. He looks at me and smiles. He tells me, after 4 years of Hollis it is time to move on, and he got a job as a professor in NYU. He still writes stories and maybe a book he wrote will get published, which would be great for him. I really do hope he is happy. He seems happy. We chatted like this for about 20 minutes, as he says the guys are waiting for him. As he stands up from his chair I blurt out "I've missed you". He stops halfway and looks at me, I try to figure out what he is thinking. As I grew older I'm not keeping my feelings in check, I learned to share more and take chances, although sometimes it doesn't seem like I do, but I want to believe I do, at least now I do. He tells me he is seeing someone, but I think there is a glance in his eyes. I know that look, I know him well enough. So this time I tell him again, or it is more coming out as a whisper "I really do miss you!" still looking into his eyes. I can see it, he missed me to, but I see his brains spinning what to reply. He looks away, looks at me again and says softly "I've missed you to. I have to go though. Bye Aria." As he walks away, tears coming in my eyes, when the realization hits me I'm still not over him. He doesn't look back, he just walks away. At least I kind of tried to let him know how I'm feeling. How do you tell a person you're still in love with them, haven't seen or talked to the person in 5 years, while yourself having another man in your life and living a life they don't know about. It just hits me, I really have to move on, go forward with David or be on my one for a while and live my life not being content anymore, but living a life where I can truly say I'm happy. I don't want to think about it anymore, it makes me sad, I want to move on, I need to think about this later not now. I pick up my book again, for I still have about an hour to wait for my parents to show up. I send them a text I'm in the small bar across the hotel. My thoughts are wandering for a while, but as before, I'm starting to get in my book-world again.
I have no idea for how long I've been reading, when my name is called "Aria!". It is still quiet in the small bar. As my name echoes through the bar, from the corner of my eye I see the waitress, the old men, and a familiar looking couple at the bar, staring at the man standing in the door, who called my name. I look at him too, with big eyes. Slowly he walks towards me. He doesn't have to say anything. I can see it in his eyes, he still loves me! I think he can see it in mine as well, as he starts to walk faster upon me. I stand up with the book in my hands. When he is near, I drop the book on the table. He cups his hands around my face and gives a soft, passionate kiss, as if it is the last time he kisses me. Or better the first time kisses me after 5 years. I kiss him back passionately, as I slip my tongue in his mouth, he answers with his. My hands go up, around his neck, going through his hair, pulling him closer. His hands go down around my waist as he also pulls me closer. After a few minutes we let each other go. Again he cups my face with his hands, his hands I so missed. He looks me in the eyes and says "I've missed you so much! There wasn't a single moment I haven't thought about you! I tried to get in touch with you again 5 years ago, but your parents told me you had a boyfriend. I thought you moved on, I thought I had to move on, but I didn't, I couldn't. I still love you!" My eyes get watery as I hear him say these words. A big smile on my face appears and the only thing I can say and have to say is "Me too!".