was younger. My mom died when I was with Michael. He thought it would be too hard for me to see her in a coffin, so he went for me and gave my condolences, saying I was too bereft to attend. Having no siblings, and my father died of pancreatic cancer when I was 2, Michael took care of everything.
“Alright then, I’m going home, I will see you Monday.” Waving and smiling my way out the door, I called behind me as the door closes, “Have a great weekend!”
“You to dear.” I can hear the smile behind her words. She knows how anxious I am to go home for the weekend.
As I ride the elevator down the 4 floors to the lobby I feel a lightness that I haven’t felt for awhile. I started getting random flower deliveries for the last month and a half; one, a week. I thought it was weird considering no one has shown interest in me that way and thankfully Michael hasn’t been seen or heard of since the restraining order 3 years ago.
It was actually kind of thrilling to have a secret admirer. I never had one before. Not that I’m unattractive. I’m cute enough. My naturally curly hair is dark brown, it used to be blonde. Ugh, I wish someone would have told me how washed out I look as a blonde. I added some red highlights to it recently and I like it, a lot. My eyes are probably my best feature. They are green. A light green, with dark green ring around the outside edge, and yellow center, not gold, yellow. Their like cats eyes. That’s what my mom always said. I like my dark hair with the light eyes. My skin is pasty right now, but my olive skin tone will be golden in a couple of weeks when the summer sun shines at its brightest.
My nose is a little wide, but I wouldn’t consider it a deal breaker. I have a generous mouth, with full lips and a big, devilish, straight smile. I was fortunate enough to never need braces, although I have couple of crooked teeth on the bottom I think they add to my charm. Nobody should want too much perfection.
I have always been a little self conscious of my height, at 5’9”; I’m tall for a girl. In high school I had a hard time with boys because I was taller than most of them. Until our senior year, it seems boys are late bloomers but when they bloom they BLOOM. Well, except Brody, I think he grew all at once in 8 th grade.
I remember how awkward he was walking in to class his first day. He looked like a man in a sea of boys. I think from that day we were inseparable. When we entered high school he grew a little bit over the years finally finishing at 6’4.5”. He makes me feel small. At 133, I weigh in on the lighter side of the scale. I am lean, not skinny. I think its nervous energy. I am always on the move, unless I’m sleeping.
As I exit the elevator, I wave to George are security guard. He calls me over, and I see he has a flower delivery for me.
“It just arrived. You almost missed it.” He oozes enthusiasm.
“Oh, I didn’t think I was getting one this week.” I take the small bouquet of yellow roses, which happen to be my favorite, and head out the door.
It’s darker than normal for this time of night. The rain has been a constant companion this week. I am dreaming of the warm sun beating down from the sky and warming me from the inside out, when someone brushes up against me very softly. I jump and my heart races. Why am I scared, no terrified? My body is reacting to an unseen threat, I trust my body, so I pick up the pace but I don’t want to alert whoever is following me so closely. I can smell their cologne. That’s when it hits me, oh my god, that smell . I’m gagging. The sweat is starting to pour down my back. I can’t tell how close or far he is because the rain is distorting all the sounds around me.
The crowd has thinned out I
“Alright then, I’m going home, I will see you Monday.” Waving and smiling my way out the door, I called behind me as the door closes, “Have a great weekend!”
“You to dear.” I can hear the smile behind her words. She knows how anxious I am to go home for the weekend.
As I ride the elevator down the 4 floors to the lobby I feel a lightness that I haven’t felt for awhile. I started getting random flower deliveries for the last month and a half; one, a week. I thought it was weird considering no one has shown interest in me that way and thankfully Michael hasn’t been seen or heard of since the restraining order 3 years ago.
It was actually kind of thrilling to have a secret admirer. I never had one before. Not that I’m unattractive. I’m cute enough. My naturally curly hair is dark brown, it used to be blonde. Ugh, I wish someone would have told me how washed out I look as a blonde. I added some red highlights to it recently and I like it, a lot. My eyes are probably my best feature. They are green. A light green, with dark green ring around the outside edge, and yellow center, not gold, yellow. Their like cats eyes. That’s what my mom always said. I like my dark hair with the light eyes. My skin is pasty right now, but my olive skin tone will be golden in a couple of weeks when the summer sun shines at its brightest.
My nose is a little wide, but I wouldn’t consider it a deal breaker. I have a generous mouth, with full lips and a big, devilish, straight smile. I was fortunate enough to never need braces, although I have couple of crooked teeth on the bottom I think they add to my charm. Nobody should want too much perfection.
I have always been a little self conscious of my height, at 5’9”; I’m tall for a girl. In high school I had a hard time with boys because I was taller than most of them. Until our senior year, it seems boys are late bloomers but when they bloom they BLOOM. Well, except Brody, I think he grew all at once in 8 th grade.
I remember how awkward he was walking in to class his first day. He looked like a man in a sea of boys. I think from that day we were inseparable. When we entered high school he grew a little bit over the years finally finishing at 6’4.5”. He makes me feel small. At 133, I weigh in on the lighter side of the scale. I am lean, not skinny. I think its nervous energy. I am always on the move, unless I’m sleeping.
As I exit the elevator, I wave to George are security guard. He calls me over, and I see he has a flower delivery for me.
“It just arrived. You almost missed it.” He oozes enthusiasm.
“Oh, I didn’t think I was getting one this week.” I take the small bouquet of yellow roses, which happen to be my favorite, and head out the door.
It’s darker than normal for this time of night. The rain has been a constant companion this week. I am dreaming of the warm sun beating down from the sky and warming me from the inside out, when someone brushes up against me very softly. I jump and my heart races. Why am I scared, no terrified? My body is reacting to an unseen threat, I trust my body, so I pick up the pace but I don’t want to alert whoever is following me so closely. I can smell their cologne. That’s when it hits me, oh my god, that smell . I’m gagging. The sweat is starting to pour down my back. I can’t tell how close or far he is because the rain is distorting all the sounds around me.
The crowd has thinned out I
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