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Chapter 4: When a man loves a woman
It had been no more than two years since Evy left him; his only love had left with nothing but a kiss and a good-bye. One of the things that still echoed in his head was the last thing she said to him.
'We both knew this wouldn't last.'
He felt that love should have been stronger; he'd always been told so. And if it was as they say, well, they should have been able to work out whatever seemed to be the problem.
The lingering thought that she had loved him was still in his mind and in his heart; she had left so suddenly and with such an unusual excuse-her job- that he could never seem to find closure. He continually felt that he should have been able to stop her, or at least get the real excuse.
So what about her job? He was willing to leave with her and live with her by side forever.
Rick sat in the downmarket bar, spilling his guts over more than a few drinks with his friend, Chris. The name her mother had bestowed upon her was Christine, but to avoid any attachment and uunwanted memories of her estranged family, she preferred to be addressed as Chris.
She was a young girl in her mid-twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes. She would have been the eiptome of every mans fantasy- had it not been for a girlish figure that was hidden under baggy clothes.
She sat listening to everything Rick told her and when he finished she had a perplexed look on her face. She turned her head and began to look around the bar, a simple little place where people could get drunk.
She found her gaze landing on the table behind to see three drunken men giving her suggestive looks.Her face went from perplexity to disgust.
Rick, who always had a sense about him to realise someone feeling uncomfortable, put his arm around her. She was like a sister to him, and he wasn't about to let her receive any trouble. Shooting the guys a dangerous glare, he dared them to respond. In response the guys took their gazes off the young woman.
"Thanks." she said to Rick, sighing.
"Anytime. Now-" Rick took a sip of his whiskey. "What about my problem?" he said with fake nonchalance.
"Right. What problem?" she questioned seriously, blinking and looking up from her glass.
"What problem? Weren't ya listening?" huffed Rick, draining his glass before looking edgily around the bar.
Since Evelyn left, he'd been in more fights that he could remember the reasons for.
"Yeah..." Nodded Chris, sipping her own drink. "But the answer is so simple, I'm surprised a man of your intelligence didn't see it." She grinned.
"Haha. Very funny Chris. Humour me here, say I was stupid, what do I do?" Retorted Rick.
"Well, she left with no good excuse right? So if you're really worried about her motivations, go see her and ask for the truth."
"You mean go to London, hunt her down and make her tell me?"
"Not exactly how I would put it, but that is the basics. I mean you go out for three months, sleep with her 'forget' to propose and expect her to stay? Hell, I'd leave you too, O'Connell. I mean come on, you probably scared her away."
"Jeez, where were you 2 years ago? You know when I needed you?"
"Getting married, remember?" At the mention of matrimony, Chris' face fell. "I told you that. Now if you love her so much you'll stop talking to me and go after her!"
With that said Rick gave her a kiss on the cheek and left the bar, renewed hope in his tired face.
"When a man loves a woman, he can't keep his mind on anything else, he'd trade the world for the good thing he's found." Mumbled Chris with a grin, as she drained her own glass. She looked behind her to see the same three guys looking at her again. "Thanks Rick!" She called, before replacing her glass and quickly leaving the bar before the men came after her and her husband started to worry.
No sooner had Rick left the bar, he went home to pack what little things he had. Grabbing some ill-earned money he rushed to the ticket office and bought the next ticket leaving to London. It was time he got to the bottom of this, afterall, as Chris had said- it was the least Evelyn owed him.