The tragic life of Desmond Sycamore
Chapter 2: The most beautiful woman in the world
I never was very social, but one of the Quantum physicists dragged me to one of those university parties. I'd rather have sat at home in my dorm and read my books, or maybe build something, but that wasn't the plan of that guy. Apparently he felt sorry for me always being in my room and doing nothing fun. He had burst in my room, took the book I was reading out of my hands and put it on my desk, saying with a grin: "You should really come out with me. You are always reading and never have fun."
I was kind of pissed off at him, but no matter what I said, he wouldn't budge, so here I am, at a party I don't want to be at. Standing to the side and trying to ignore everyone. The women tried getting my attention, but as I already stated, I'm not a man for relationships. I don't want someone to get close to me, just to get ripped from me again. I have been through it once, I don't want it to happen again. However, just as I wanted to leave the party, my eyes fell on the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my whole life. Her hair was a beautiful red, like rubies have been woven into her hair. I was surprised at how a woman could be so beautiful, and yet exude a level of humility that I have never seen before. She didn't seem to really enjoy the company of the person she came with and actually wanted to get away, so as a gentleman I walked over and offered to dance with her. To my surprise she accepted and took my hand. Her skin felt so soft, it surprised me somehow. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, she is so beautiful to me.
"Thank you.", those were the first words she said to me, right after the 'yes' she gave me when I asked her to dance. We didn't actually end up dancing, I was way too shy to actually do it. We walked outside of the venue and started talking. I found out that it was the girl I had seen from my window back at my parents' place, Scarlett. Her full name is Scarlett Alister, the daughter of doctor Richard Alister, a well known Neurologist in London's central hospital. She had started working there as a nurse too, and one of the sons of her father's friends took her to this university party. I could've listened to her talk all night, but alas, this is something that I was not able to do. Her voice would haunt my dreams from that day on. I have told her some of my burdens, that I didn't plan to be here. I wanted to graduate as soon as I could. I started to rant about archaeology and ancient civilizations, but it didn't seem to bother her. She just smiled at me, listened to my ramblings, and as I realised I was ranting and rambling, stopping what I was doing, she put a hand on mine and said: "I like it that you are so enthusiastic about archaeology. It's more fun listening to you than to the doctors to be."
How can a single woman have so much power over a man. Her words resonated with me so much that even if I ended up as just one of her friends, I would never forget the kindness they exuded. Not only her words were kind, but her eyes and her smile as well.
"I want to stay in contact with you, dear Scarlett. May I get your address?", I asked her that day. I regretted that decision at once when I saw her confused and surprised face, turning my blushing face away from her.
"Sure.", she suddenly said and wrote it down. She then handed me the little note. Scarlett then walked off to find the person she came here with to go home. I felt a lot better about coming to the university party, if I didn't go, I might've never met the woman that at this point I didn't know would be my wife. I tracked down the quantum physicist that brought me here and thanked him for getting me out of my room. He just smiled.
"I have seen you talking to that pretty redhead. You seem to be a lot happier now, buddy.", he said and gave me a small punch to the shoulder. I smiled and even a small chuckled escaped me. I had put the note in my pocket and excused myself. I was tired and just wanted to get home again. The people didn't really care, well, the women did. They tried to keep me staying, with little success. Scarlett still lingered in my mind. I couldn't predict how much she would impact my life. So as I walked home to my dorm, I started blushing again. I don't know what it was, but something about her made me to see her again as soon as possible, hear her voice again, see that smile again. So before I went to bed to be awake for the lectures the next day, I wanted to write a letter to her. So I did. Despite me trying to be serious and professional, I couldn't stop writing about what I felt. It wasn't in any detail, and mostly just surface level, but still enough to make me feel uncomfortable just thinking about it. Knowing back then what I know now wouldn't change a thing in the way I wrote that letter. I never meant to fall in love, I never wanted to be hurt the way I did when my biological parents were abducted, but that day, the day I met Scarlett, was the beginning of the end for my sanity.