K, here's chapter 2 ( Thanks to those who sent feedback about chapter1 (
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I've never gone after her. That was the only thought that crossed my mind as I watched Sara leave the hellish pit they call a 'club'.
When Sara entered the club earlier that night, I wanted to talk to her, to even make small talk - something, not the strangled nod that emerged through my cloud of fear and desire. She looked beautiful as usual. My Sara always looks beautiful I thought, and then felt like crying because I remembered she wasn't mine. She would never be mine, and it was all my fault.
Sara was interested in me once, and I pushed her away. For what reason, it's hard to tell. Fear - of rejection, of failure, of. Happiness?
I've always been alone, and every time I'm given the chance to change my life, I don't. I've never gone after her - the woman who holds my heart.
So I sat there, watching Sara run away, incapable of doing anything. And then it hit me - I had to move. Sara was obviously upset, and although she may not be interested in me anymore, the least I could do was to comfort her with the love I held, like she had done with me, despite my pushing her away.
As I rose to my feet, Catherine's head whipped around in my direction. The look in her eyes told me everything she was thinking - 'This is your fault - go after her.' So I did.
I stood and ran as fast as my legs could take me, out the door of the club and into the dark carpark. I couldn't see Sara, or much else for that matter, and so I called out to her.
"Sara?" I called into the night. "Sara, where are you?"
The desolate silence was all that greeted me, and a thought popped into my head. She had to be here. Nick had given her a lift to the club, and she didn't have his keys. She couldn't have gotten far.
I headed off in the direction of Sara's apartment, hoping to find her there.
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It took me about an hour to reach Sara's apartment on foot, and I didn't see her anywhere along the way. I couldn't help but be worried about her and wonder where she would be if she wasn't at her apartment.
As I approached her building, I looked up to where I knew her window was. There were no lights emanating from it, and I began to get worried. I climbed the stairs and knocked on her door. No one answered, and I was pretty sure she wasn't inside, and so I walked forlornly down the stairs.
All I could think was what if something had happened to her? We deal with crimes every night, and it is not unusual to encounter an assault on a female in the middle of the night. Logically I knew that Sara could take care of herself, but I was still worried. I knew that I had to search for her. If something happened to her, I couldn't live without her.
I've never gone after her. That was the only thought that crossed my mind as I watched Sara leave the hellish pit they call a 'club'.
When Sara entered the club earlier that night, I wanted to talk to her, to even make small talk - something, not the strangled nod that emerged through my cloud of fear and desire. She looked beautiful as usual. My Sara always looks beautiful I thought, and then felt like crying because I remembered she wasn't mine. She would never be mine, and it was all my fault.
Sara was interested in me once, and I pushed her away. For what reason, it's hard to tell. Fear - of rejection, of failure, of. Happiness?
I've always been alone, and every time I'm given the chance to change my life, I don't. I've never gone after her - the woman who holds my heart.
So I sat there, watching Sara run away, incapable of doing anything. And then it hit me - I had to move. Sara was obviously upset, and although she may not be interested in me anymore, the least I could do was to comfort her with the love I held, like she had done with me, despite my pushing her away.
As I rose to my feet, Catherine's head whipped around in my direction. The look in her eyes told me everything she was thinking - 'This is your fault - go after her.' So I did.
I stood and ran as fast as my legs could take me, out the door of the club and into the dark carpark. I couldn't see Sara, or much else for that matter, and so I called out to her.
"Sara?" I called into the night. "Sara, where are you?"
The desolate silence was all that greeted me, and a thought popped into my head. She had to be here. Nick had given her a lift to the club, and she didn't have his keys. She couldn't have gotten far.
I headed off in the direction of Sara's apartment, hoping to find her there.
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It took me about an hour to reach Sara's apartment on foot, and I didn't see her anywhere along the way. I couldn't help but be worried about her and wonder where she would be if she wasn't at her apartment.
As I approached her building, I looked up to where I knew her window was. There were no lights emanating from it, and I began to get worried. I climbed the stairs and knocked on her door. No one answered, and I was pretty sure she wasn't inside, and so I walked forlornly down the stairs.
All I could think was what if something had happened to her? We deal with crimes every night, and it is not unusual to encounter an assault on a female in the middle of the night. Logically I knew that Sara could take care of herself, but I was still worried. I knew that I had to search for her. If something happened to her, I couldn't live without her.
