Twilight is not mine.

I have been very busy and very tired... Sorry for the lack of updates, so to make it up to you my lovely readers and reviewers I'll post twice!

So here you go!

Chapter 35

I move closer in the direction of the shop where she entered, I have to see her face. I sit there for hours. My eyes haven't left the door of that small store.

She hasn't come out yet. She must work there. I see others come and go, enter and then leave with packages and bags, but not my lovely brunette.

I see the position of the sun way back on the horizon, signaling twilight. I've sat here for hours; almost spend the whole day here. No one has come looking for me. And my lovely brunette hasn't come out of the dress-shop.

I feel my limbs stiff from the long wait. But I can't bear to take my eyes of the door of that small dress-shop. I feel like at any moment that I do, she will come out, and I will miss seeing her. I want to see her.

The day has gone, and I feel tired and hungry. My stomach grumbles in protest of my impertinence. I feel like a child waiting for candy and not getting it. I stretch my arms over my head. The vest that I wear and the long sleeved-dress shirt is dirty and sweaty. My boats are covered in dust from the road. I look a mess. I figure that they are probably waiting for me. They must have camped where I left them. They should have send Leopoldo or Santino to look for me. But still I haven't seen any of them.

I look to the sky for a few seconds rolling my head from side to side to help with my stiff neck. The shops have all now turned on there lights, the streets are illuminated by picturesque lanterns; the town square where I've been sitting is now lid by the spotlights on the statue.

I'm yawning and stretching and thinking about the long way I'll have to walk to get to the tribe when I finally see her come out of the store.

She stands on the sidewalk and the lights go out inside, her face illuminated by the small street light on the corner, she is beautiful, her long chocolate brown hair, frame her soft features, her eyes are almond shaped almost cat-like, her nose is straight and small and her lips are pouty and pink. She is a magnificent sight, my hart is beating fast, I feel the swelling in my chest, I stand on wobbly legs to go to her, and before I can reach her a tall man comes out and locks the door and puts a sweater around her shoulders, guiding her with his hand tentatively on the small of her back. It looks too personal, too intimate.

I follow there retrieval, and sit back on my bench.

Devastated.

Thanks for taking the time to read and review. Love ya all

Mel