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Chapter 3: What does it all mean?
"Wait. When you say that my life flashed before your eyes, what e-x-a-c-t-ly do you mean?" she asked, there were some strange memories popping into her head and most of which she didn't like the idea of sharing. "I don't mean I actually saw your memories, I mean I could feel your pain and fear and sense the fact that you knew there was a lot more for you to do before your time came" "I don't know what that is" he lied.
"That's why you saved me, isn't it?" she asked, slightly disappointed but she didn't let him hear it. "Why were you shouting at it?" she asked, a bit of hope was stirring in her. "Because I thought it had killed you, you were just laying there lifeless and all I could think of was that the worst had happened, we'd taken too long. I couldn't take it and I flipped" Abby got the feeling that there was something he wasn't telling her, maybe there was some other reason for saving her, if so, what could it be, Maybe he did feel the same way, no, hang on, she wasn't even sure if she felt that way yet.
What was is with her lately? What did it matter if she couldn't stop thinking about him day-In-day-out, if she kept staring at him from afar or blushed every time he looked at her or said her name. What did any of that matter? The truth was she knew exactly how much it mattered and it was no small amount, but she couldn't bring herself to believe it.
She'd had bad experiences with men before, she liked them rough, mysterious and slightly dangerous but that wasn't a good combination. Her last boyfriend left her for her 'best mate', the one before thought it was perfectly fine to use her as a punch bag and the one before that, well, you couldn't even begin to go into that. She'd been engaged twice and both her ex-fiancés were now serving three or four years in prison for indecent assault. She'd lost all trust in the male species and no wonder. Her and relationships didn't mix.
"What's wrong?" He asked, pulling her from her daze and looking her straight in the eyes. "It's nothing" she lied "oh come on, you were three thousand miles away." He argued. "Was not" "were two" "was not" "were two" they both laughed at themselves, "ok, so maybe I was" she giggled. "What were you thinking about?" he asked, "Oh, just my seriously bad luck with men" she sighed "ohhh dear, you want to tell me about it?" "Well…oh alright then I suppose I could, but I should tell you that not even my closest family knows about some of this stuff. So keep it zipped," she ordered "ok, ok I promise I won't tell a soul" he sighed.
