Missing her

It had been a week since Louis had last seen Ria.

A lot had happened over the course of a week of course, but something that bothered Louis the most was how he felt. He was not even sure how he was going to explain what he had felt this week. That night when he returned to the scene, his police colleagues had told him that Ria and the girls had been sent to an orphanage. He had not been able to ask her why she had left that way, nor had she even greeted him. The next day at work, of course, his boss reprimanded him for allowing Ria to go with him to the operation. He felt guilty about everything that had happened, but in fact he did not even know why he should feel guilty. He did not even know what his fault was, if he had made any mistake with her . Yes , he might be arrogant with her , but it was so bad ?!

Then he had reassured himself that he would never see Ria again, why should he worry if he had done something wrong or not.

But when he actually remembered that there was a possibility of never meeting her again, he felt a emptiness in his heart, a pain.

Even he , himself was not sure of what was feeling.

And every night he had gone to the same club, hoping that those eyes that shone in the moonlight would leave his mind.

But he was back home with the same despair. He missed her. But why should he miss that stubborn and rude woman. Wasn't that the reason he was reprimanded at work, the job he had done that risked losing , only to take that idiot with him.

Then wasn't that the reason he had missed the opportunity to capture Marko, after whom he had been for so long?

She had stirred all the waters in his life, as if she had destroyed everything in just a few hours in his life.

Why did he want to meet her again, why was this woman bothering him so much. She was gone, just without a greeting , she was gone. Wasn't she supposed to leave his mind just as easily?

Why had she caught his mind this way ?!

He had already tortured himself for a week if he had to go and visit the orphanage. He had started and the same had returned several times from that road. He had not found the courage to appear before her.

But even if he did show up, what to say to her, how to talk to her . He did not know that.

What would he say to her - "hello little one, you have a week that makes my heart ache" ?!

Then why was he worried about how to talk to her?

He was Louis Rodriguez , the man who managed to make all women his own. Why was he so afraid of meeting this woman, what the hell was going on with him.

Even he was afraid of these unknown feelings. He was not this, he could not be so cowardly, so unrestrained.