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CHAPTER 4
London, England 2015
Two lonely people in two different rooms in the same city. The gray eyed man stared at the sight before him with his relentless tears. No matter how bright the lights from outside were, he still felt dark inside. On the other hand, the brunette just cried in her apartment. She didn't know what else to do apart from dwelling from the fact that she had to make an excuse to say to people as to explain why the wedding was postponed.
Anastasia Steele looked horrible. She stared at herself in the mirror and knew why she was so easily replaced since the start. Whenever she tried to love, she will always be left once they saw someone better than her. What hurts the most was that she went home to find no trace of Jose left in her apartment.
They lived together there but now, his closet was gone and even his toiletries were missing. Ana felt so much sympathy for herself. What did she ever do that made Jose do such an abrupt decision.
When she couldn't take it anymore, she took out her phone and dialed her ex-fiance's number. When he answered, "Hello?", Ana began to tell him everything he felt.
"Jose, why did you do this to me? Didn't you promise me something before? Didn't you promise me that you won't treat me the way Christian did before? You were there that night when I opened up to you everything about my past. You knew how Christian broke my heart and Jose, you were the one who healed me. You stitched me up and for seven years, I felt complete again but now . . ."
She wailed at this point.
"How do you expect me to be fine about all of these? Why her out of all people? What was wrong with us, Jose? We were so perfect together. Everyone knew that we were two perfect puzzle pieces. J-j-jose please . . ."
From the background she heard a voice, "Jose, love, your dinner is ready."
"Okay, Leila. Uhm . . . Ana, I need to go now. I am so sorry."
With that, Ana threw her phone to the wall.
On the other hand, Christian Grey didn't read the e-mails sent by his clients. He was too busy thinking about how Leila easily left him for another man and how he saw his first love once again. He didn't know why he was so mad at himself. He groaned and stood up from his chair.
The confused man went to the bathroom to wash his face. The images were still playing in his head. The way Leila acted with Jose was more than heartbreaking. It humiliated him in every way.
Christian then stared at his wet face in the mirror and screamed to himself, "Why Leila? Why? Why break Ana's heart out of all people?!" Impulsively, he punched the mirror and the color red was seen in his fist.
The Next Day . . .
With her bright orange shirt and six inches heels, Ana looked like nothing happened yesterday. She decided to keep her personal life separate from her professional one. What happened between her and Jose was something others must not talk about in office hours. She didn't want to be known as the girl who was left by her fiance. Instead, she wanted to be remembered as the woman who had done so great in marketing.
Her Audi parked in front of the office and she took a deep breath before she went out. She looked as if she were a supermodel in the catwalk especially as she swung her Gucci bag. But she paused as soon as she saw who was waiting for her.
It was Christian Grey standing by his car with his driver waiting inside. Ana took the chance to stare at him from head to foot. He looked so different from the boy in school uniform she loved ten years ago. She decisively walked towards him.
"Hi", she greeted awkwardly.
"Hello Ana"
She folded her arms and questioned, "What brings you here, Christian?"
"Well, I am going back to Seattle now so I thought I'd come and say goodbye to you."
She always knew they always end up with goodbyes so she just told him, "Have a safe trip, Christian and by the way, I am really sorry for my behavior last night. I took it all out on you."
"I would've done the same if you just didn't walk out."
Ana laughed a little and marveled, "To be honest, I am still not fine."
"And you suppose I am?"
She shook her head and said nothing.
Christian told her, "Well, I know we have been experiencing a rough time right now and I don't want things to get rougher but I just have a lot of things to say to you . . . about ten years ago."
Ana grew alarmed and she got tense. The concept of a decade ago was very foreign to her. Ever since Jose got together with her, she forgot all the pain Christian caused her before. She asked toughly, "What about ten years ago?"
"Well, Ana, it is best if we go somewhere peaceful and-"
"Do you suppose that what you're going to say will have a good effect?"
"What?"
"Christian, that was years ago. We've moved on already. Let's just not talk about it, okay?"
He had to put a lot of effort to make sure that it wasn't obvious that he got hurt by what she said. He wanted her to know. He wanted her to be aware of his actions ten years ago but maybe she was never meant to have knowledge about it.
Instead, he cleared his throat and offered his hand, "Well, it's nice to meet you again, Ana. I need to go back to Seattle now."
Ana's eyes widened and she instantly got worried when she saw his hand. It had wounds and it looked really painful. "What happened to your hand?"
"Huh?"
"Did you punch a mirror or something?", she was ranting as she fished for her first aid pouch inside her bag. Christian's eyes widened as soon as she revealed that she had a compartment for first aid.
She got a bandage and a tape. She wrapped it around his hand expertly and Christian can't help but hear the unexplainable speed of his beating heart.
"You have to be careful next time, okay?", Ana ordered as she finished with the bandage.
Christian nodded, fully amazed by this woman. He said, "I need to go now."
They both nodded at each other before Christian went inside the car and Taylor drove to the airport. The last thing Christian saw was Ana staring at his departing car through the rearview mirror. He just hoped that he will see her again.
Seattle, Washington 2002
It was another tiring day in school and Ana cannot wait to go home. If Kate wasn't her friend,she would've skipped every class. She was bombarded by the lessons and by the way she had to sit right behind Christian. They stopped talking for a month and it was killing her. The loudest silence was tearing her apart piece by piece.
As she came out of the school, she paused as she saw geeky Christian standing by his car with his driver inside. After ten seconds of staring at each other, Ana rolled her eyes and tried to walk past him but he chased after her.
"Ana! Ana, wait!"
She walked faster but she turned around when he grabbed her by the wrist.
"So you still know who I am?", Ana questioned.
"Ana, please . . . Ana, what the hell? What happened to your hand?!"
"Why do you care?!" She tried to walk away but he still grabbed her.
"Come here. Where did all these come from huh?"
Ana answered, "I had to help Mom with the laundry. We ran out of money."
Christian grimaced before he got a pouch containing first aid equipment from his bag. He got several band aids and carefully placed them on her wounds. He lectured tenderly, "You should have a first aid pouch, okay? You never know what's going to happen."
After he placed the band aids, she stole her hand away from him and asked, "Why do you act like you care about me?"
Christian took a deep breath before he answered, "Ana, I need to tell you something . . ."
"What is it, Christian, huh?"
It was the moment he was about to tell her how he feels for her despite the fact that she was still with Jack Hyde. "Well, Ana, I-"
"Save it, Christian. I don't have time for your insincere words."
"Ana-"
"Save it, Christian!"
"FINE!" With that, he ran back to his car and took the passengers seat. He cussed under his breath and the last sight he saw was Ana staring at his departing car through the rearview mirror.
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