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Now hopefully what happens next isn't totally predictable!
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His hands trembled slightly as he tried so hard to run them through her hair and pull her close to him. See if she still used fruity shampoos. He wanted to hold her in his arms, feel the balance between them. At least that's what his heart wanted. His mind was disgusted at seeing her standing there, brown hair, big Audrey Hephburn sunglasses, hiding her eyes from his.
"You know I'm sorry." Lizzie stated simply, it wasn't a question or a demand, just a fact. She raised her big brown eyes to stare up at him. He was taken a back, no groveling, no pleading, just a simple statement, a simple true statement. He stumbled with words a bit.
"I-Yo-Yes, I do know." He felt like he was gasping for air when the short phrase was done.
"And you also know I was confused, and not ready. You know I wasn't a person on my own yet and I wasn't ready to live my life without that experience. And you also know I still love you." Lizzie whispered this matter-of-factly inching closer to her former love; she trailed her fingers around his collar gently fixing it.
He knew all of that was true, he confirmed it in the silence of the lonely nights when he would look at the engagement ring and think. He knew it when he looked at all the pictures of her in the paper, when he sent out for Roman newspapers and tabloids; he knew she never looked at Mark the way she looked at him.
Flash Back
"Mr. Gordon, sir?" an intern on the set walked into the editing room where David Gordon should have been editing his latest film, it was due for a summer release and him being the new "It" thing in Hollywood he should have been focused on making it as amazing as he had originally planned. But instead he sat there in his chair looking across a table of seemingly random Italian paraphernalia.
David Gordon motioned for the intern to come nearer, "Yeah?" he muttered picking up a soundtrack to some bubbly Italian romantic comedy he'd never seen, nor planned to see. He circled a track on the back of the case with his finger, circling it absentmindedly, 'Didn't Mean It – Elizabeth McGuire'. "Like hell you didn't mean it." He muttered dropping the case abruptly.
"So… Go on." David demanded impatiently of his intern. Who by now was immensely perplexed by David's behavior. The young man circled the table nervously; he looked at the objects on the table, Italian tabloids, newspapers, magazines, DVDs, soundtracks, all with the smiling face of the beautiful Elizabeth McGuire.
"You a fan?" He asked hid boss sheepishly. David kept his cool resisting the temptation to scoff "Fan, yeah like hell I'm a fan." Instead he choose a less complicated, less truthful answer. "I was considering her for a role in an upcoming movie. I think it would be a great idea to introduce her to an American audience before she drops a full length English album next year. She's pretty big in Italy and Europe and all that, kind of funny considering she's from California."
David had said much more than he had intended to, his intern sat there half dumfounded. He picked up a tabloid and smiled, "They look so in love… So happy, don't you think?" David ripped the tabloid out of the man's hands.
"No. I don't think that. I think she's running away from something, pretending to be something, her smile isn't genuine, her eyes aren't sparkling. She'd not in love." David said this out loud which was his first mistake, his second mistake was he'd said it a tad too loud to just be passed off as everyday cynicism. "I've got a meeting…" David muttered storming out of the room as fast as he could, leaving his intern utterly dumbfounded.
Back To Now
"Liz… you always said I'd be the one to go, the one to leave abruptly, throw it all away, well Liz, guess what?" David finally spoke, his voice soft, but steady. "I'm still here." With that he left.
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HA! Bet you didn't expect that! Actually… anyways, R&R! Thanks to my fabulous reviewers for making me feel special!
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