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He's not mine
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"Ana, you won't believe this! Open up, please.."
She was in her 'sanctuary', busy painting a piece, when she heard Sean knock impatiently on the door.
In response, Ana placed her brush on the work table and walked over to the door, wondering what he needed from her." Yes, Sean?"
She was a bit annoyed, because her employee and friend had disturbed her peace.
"Guess who just ordered one of your drawings" Sean said in an enthusiastic manner.
Ana had no idea." Uhmm... Mr. McLean?" She guessed, and gave him a puzzled look.
"One more guess, Ana"
She sighed in response, and said." Steven Tyler from Aerosmith?"
"Seriously, Ana?" Sean replied, and narrowed his eyes at her, not amused that she was teasing him.
She burst out into laughter at his reaction." OK, just tell me. Who?"
"She's a theater director" Sean replied, and grabbed Ana's hand, dragging her towards the studio downstairs.
"Wow... seriously? Which drawing did she order?" Ana questioned, and gasped softly when Sean showed her which drawing.
Ana shook her head at that." Sean, this one is NOT for sale" she uttered, and felt her heart clench inside her chest, the feeling awful.
Sean noticed the look on his employer's face, and gave her an empathetic look." But you didn't tell me that, Ana..." he pointed out." You explicitly gave me instructions to sell all of your art work, remember? You called me, when you were still in Oregon."
Ana sighed deeply, and as her eyes welled up, she looked at Sean." Well, I've changed my mind" she told him." I cannot sell this one"
"But, Ana... this director told me she wanted to use this piece in her upcoming play"
As those words reached her ears, Ana thought back on that day, one month ago.
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... FLASHBACK ...
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"I think it's time for you to go back to your life, Ana."
As those words tumbled from his lips, she felt as if someone had given her a fiery slap on the face.
"What?" she said, while giving Christian a look of disbelief." You want me to leave... you?"
In response, he gave her a sad look.
Ana noticed how the grip he had on her hand became tighter, and she saw in his beautiful, gray eyes how much he cared for her.
Then why does he want her to leave?
She couldn't comprehend why he was shutting her out now... now that they've made progress regarding his mental health.
There were no nightmares, no waking up at night, screaming in his own sweat...
And he wanted her to leave now? Why was he doing this?!
"Ana?"
She was very disappointed, extremely sad and fucking pissed at the same time. Ana tore her hand from his grip and looked him straight in the eyes." Fine, Christian... if you don't need me anymore, I'll be going... home then"
He saw the hurt and pain in her gorgeous eyes, and God... that really tore at his heart and soul...
However, he couldn't let her stay here with him forever... she was young, successful, talented, beautiful and had a full life to look forward to. And more importantly, Ana was needed back home.
She had people who needed her in their life, including her father Ray...
Christian wanted so badly to be selfish and ask her, beg her even, to stay with him here in Oregon... And with time, ask her to assist him in something huge that he was planning to do in Seattle.
However, Ana had already given three full weeks of her life to him. And she did that, every single night... comforting him, keeping him sane.
He couldn't be asking more from her... He just couldn't.
God... he wanted so badly to cup Ana's beautiful face, and kiss her passionately, as she locked her teary eyes at him right now. But he knew if he did that, he wouldn't be able to let her go...
His eyes were pleading, asking her without words to try to understand why he was doing this.
However, Ana was too pissed at him and she huffed softly." You really don't want me to help you anymore?"
The words were leaving her lips with so much difficulty, but miraculously she managed to say them.
In response, Christian's eyes fluttered shut and after a few moments he looked at her again." I know we've been talking about me getting professional help"
As those words reached her ears, Ana had a hopeful look." And?"
He nodded in response." I'll call my mother and ask her if she can set up treatment for my PTSD"
Ana had tears in her eyes, as those words tumbled from his lips. She was so proud of Christian, because he was asking for help himself.
He really wanted it, and that was a very good thing. One of many steps to manage his PTSD.( And maybe overcome it one day?)
"Really?" she said, and grabbed his hand lovingly." I'm so proud of you, Christian Grey"
"Me too" he replied, and squeezed Ana's hand." I can't hide here forever, Ana... and eventually I will have to speak to Sam's wife"
As tears rolled down her cheeks, he brushed a stray lock from her gorgeous face.
"You're right, Christian... we can't stay here"
Oh, how badly he wanted to tell her that he was hopelessly in love with her. However, he still believed he didn't deserve someone so amazing, beautiful, feisty, and not to forget, this stubborn...
Ana was so happy right now, hugging him, and as her face landed on his chest, her heart ached for Christian, wanting desperately to be with him.
However, she could never be selfish if it came to Christian.
Her heart was in tatters right now, probably in a thousand tiny pieces, and her body and mind longed to be his.
However, she knew that this was for the best... even just for a little while.
"Will you call your mom... right away?" she asked, the tone of her voice soft, while holding him oh so tightly, because this was probably one of the last hugs she'll get from him...
"I will, Ana... soon."
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... End of FLASHBACK ...
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"Ana? Helloooo!" she heard Sean say, taking her out of her sad thoughts." Earth to Anastasia Steele!"
"Huh?" she said, and shook her head." Excuse me? What did you just say?"
Sean rolled his eyes at her in response." I said, this famous director wants to use this piece for her play"
Ana cleared her throat at that." Well, she cannot have this one" she told Sean, her face stern." This one belongs to me"
He noticed then that something was up with her. Sean placed a hand on her upper arm, and tried to lock his eyes onto hers, but she was avoiding his gaze. "Ana... are you OK?"
"No, I'm not..." she replied, and grabbed the drawing, her eyes fixed on it." I made this one, not even realizing that I've fallen in love with him"
"Have you stayed in touch with Christian?" Sean asked carefully.
Ana nodded in response." Yes... we stay in contact via text message"
"Frequently or once in a while?"
Ana sighed deeply." Everyday for a month, since we both returned to Seattle"
Sean observed his friend/ employer, and noticed how much she was hurting right now. Ana looked absolutely miserable." And what do you two... talk about?"
"We mainly talk about cognitive therapy..." Ana pointed out, and bit her lip." It's going well, he says... the treatment is a great help. And I'm so happy for him."
"But?"
Ana looked up at Sean, and gave him a sad look." I miss him so much... do you know that we've never spent a day apart, since Hyde and his thugs left me for dead in that fucking ditch?!" she said, her voice raised, when saying the last three words." And then one month ago, we both come back to Seattle so he can receive professional help, and we haven't seen each other since..."
At hearing that, Sean shook his head at her. "If you miss the man so much, why don't you go to him, where ever he is right now... well, probably living his best life in an enormous mansion filled with maids and..." he then chuckled, because Ana was giving him a serious look." Sorry for straying from the subject... what I meant to say is, GO GET YOUR MAN, Ana."
"What?" she said, and scoffed." He's not mine"
"Well, yours or not... I know he's in love with you too"
"No, he's not..." Ana denied, while her cheeks turned crimson red." And besides, he needs time to heal first... he should focus on his therapy, and not jump into a relationship"
In response, Sean looked up at the heavens and said." God, please help me with this one... please, let her realize that if she wants this man, she HAS to fight for him... I beg you, God... please, make her see reason!"
Ana burst out into laughter, and smacked Sean playfully on his upper arm." Stop it!" she said, and laughed wholeheartedly.
"Good, you're laughing" he told her." So, you won't be selling this manly drawing of YOUR man?"
Ana chuckled, and snorted in the process." No, I'll keep this one...I made this with all my heart" she replied, and observed her own work expertly.
It was the one of Christian's arms and upper torso, the tattoo perfectly imitated by her...
'Just stunning' were the words that swirled around in her head right then.
Sean made a sound with his mouth, and looked at the drawing too." Man, that really is beautiful, Ana"
She smiled, and said." It sure is... just like the owner of those arms and torso"
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Meanwhile on the other side of the city...
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It was late in the afternoon, when Christian stepped out of the elevator, and walked towards the exit of the tall building.
"Hey, bro" he heard a familiar voice say.
It was Elliot... The Grey brothers hadn't seen each other for more than seven weeks now.
"Brother" Christian said, and gave him a small smile." How are you doing?"
"I'm doing fine, bro." Elliot answered, a bit nervous." How was your appointment with doctor Clark?"
"Everything went well." he replied." She's satisfied with my progress... mentally, I'm doing better every day"
"I'm so happy to hear that, bro" Elliot confessed, while giving his little brother a pleading look." Wanna grab a cup of coffee with me?"
Christian nodded at that." Sure, but my car is parked in the garage. Uhmmm, maybe we can walk?"
Elliot was really surprised, but very happy his brother said yes to his invitation." Yeah... let's go, bro"
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"You want cinnamon rolls, right?" Elliot asked, while giving their orders at the café.
Christian chuckled at hearing that." Yes, I still love those..." he replied, and then his smile disappeared.
Elliot noticed it, and asked." Hey, what's up, bro?"
Christian swallowed the huge lump that had formed in his throat, and took a sip from his coffee." Ana"
For the first time in a while, Elliot didn't feel resentment or jealousy towards the brunette." What about her?"
Christian chuckled, and as the server handed them their snacks, he thanked the older woman.
"Well, she REALLY, really hates even the smell of cinnamon"
"Really? I don't get how someone doesn't like cinnamon" Elliot said, his brows furrowed.
"Right?" Christian said, smiling, but then the expression on his face changed.
"You're in love with her" Elliot stated, and took a bite from his snack.
Christian sighed, and locked eyes with his big brother." Of course you've noticed..."
Elliot raised an eyebrow in response." I'm your big brother... plus, it is so fucking obvious, bro"
At that, Christian took a big bite from his cinnamon roll." The first time I offered her these for breakfast, she almost threw up"
Elliot smiled, happy that his younger brother was finally communicating with him like they used to." It seems like you miss her a lot"
"Oh, I do... she was the light in my darkest hours." Christian confessed." But uhmm... I'm no good for her"
Elliot shook his head in response, and placed a hand on his brother's arm." What the fuck are you on about, man?" he spat, and looked his brother in the eyes." From what I've gathered from Mia, you saved Ana's life twice, you stayed with her and protected her, because her father was afraid that a mad man would hurt her again... That's why you came back to Seattle, even though you didn't want to. You did all that for her... Then why the fuck would you say that you're no good, brother?"
Christian had a sad look in his eyes." I'm damaged goods, Elliot" he told him." She needs someone who isn't traumatized by horrible situations... she needs..."
"No!" Elliot interrupted Christian." Who are you to say who or what she needs... maybe she wants you too, little bro..."
Christian was just about to reply, when his phone buzzed. He grabbed it, and read the text message. "What is this girl up to now?" he uttered, and shook his head." I've gotta stop her"
"Who?" Elliot questioned, furrowing his brows.
"Mia... who else?"
Note: So... what do you think Mia has up her sleeve? Hmmm... maybe planning a little reunion?
Thanks for reading my work... till the next one.
Laterzz,
xoxo
J
