Soon after we get into the car. A black Bugatti Chiron. He puts me inside, right beside the drivers seat. The warmth disappears and makes me a little disappointed.
After he closes the door, he makes his way around the car to the drivers seat and gets himself in. I look at him, no, more like stare at him, waiting for his answer. He notices and starts the car. He starts to drive while I feel the light and and fast speed the car gives us. But I'm still waiting for his answer.
I see him open his mouth, as if to finally start talking. But Instead he places his hand on my thigh. That's when I feel the sparks again and look down at the same time as he smirks.
What just happened? Why do I feel the sparks again? My mind travels back to the hospital room, when he walked in the room. It's like I'm crazy for this man that I don't know anything about.
"So? Start talking." I said, my throat feeling so much better already.
Just as I was about to glare at him, I hear a heart beat faster up. But it's not my heart beat. It's...his heart. I hear him swallow and as crazy as it sound, I feel his emotions just as if they where my own. His complicated but still cool emotions. While I feel stress, nervousness and confusion but also...love?
"look, I know that this will all sound crazy for you right now but please trust me. I would love to tell you but I know that you wouldn't believe me. Instead, let me show you. Ok?" he tells me.
I don't get it! What more can be as crazy as him telling me that we're married. It's getting on my nerves. How much I would love to follow him, I'm too annoyed to do. All that rage and sadness comes back and I can't take it anymore.
"you know what! This starts to feel like you're trying to kidnappe me and I'm not gonna let you do that! So tell me now or I'm gonna jump out of the car!" I say and feel him tense.
He drives to the side of the road and stops the car. He looks at me with a 'it's complicated' look and doesn't say a thing. It's frustrating!
"fine!" I scream out and open the door.
"Wait!" I hear him say just as I'm already out of the car and about to close the door. I feel like screaming with all my might. At first I thought that he could be my Prince Charming but now I know that he's just like the other guys and I'm not as desperate as to fall for this trick once again.
Without stopping for even a second I run down the road, passing by all these luxury brand shops. I have never been to this street before but that doesn't stop me even a bit.
I run and run, just like before, I thought that he would run after me but that doesn't happen and probably would never. What have I done so wrong to want someone to run after me. It doesn't matter if it's a stranger or not, just someone that would care for once.