Chapter 32

Scott doesn't even give him a chance to speak as he blandly tells him to get the hell out of here. I can see now that it was our little mistake of keeping the gate open that has led to him even getting access to the house in the first place.

"Look please can I speak to Arya?" He asks. His voice brings back a tight knot in my heart as all my earlier elation from earlier is forgotten. I start to feel sorrowful again and for some wierd reason I seem to remember the face of that guy from earlier.

I tune out of the conversation that is happening downstairs and begin another round of daydreaming. I can't say I like the guy as much as I like the way everything about him seems to be refined. I'm guessing we are going to exclude that part that he had unceremoniously thrown me into mud and think on the other parts. His face bears the tell tale signature of someone who has experienced pain before.

It's almost like I find myself having a kindred soul when I'm with him. If Eras is the sun in the sky then this guy whatever his name might be is the moon on a Winter's night. The difference between both of them is so striking that I cannot seem to wrap my head around it.

It seems like two different people have entered my life in one day, and those two people are exact opposite of each other.

They are both handsome as hell but their character is as different as night and day. Eras seems to be the more cheerful type, that will tell you what is on his mind straight up, and will not keep secrets from you while this other guy seems to be the type that experienced pain before and is not ready to experience it again. He seems to be guarded and keeps his secrets to himself. I almost dread another encounter with him, but then I remember that I actually have something of his from that night.

From the night that the guy downstairs dumped me, the guy who is now shouting at my own brother to please give him a chance to talk to me. Scott bluntly refuses and I can see Aron rake his hands through his hair. I begin to wonder what has gotten him so worked up, It surely can't be me. It can't.

I remember the umbrella that a kind stranger gave me on that night and now my mind seems to reconcile the fact that this person that gave me what I used to get back home is the same one that pushed me into the mud the next morning. The irony of it all makes me laugh, and I can see both of them look up. Aron wears a surprised look on his face, and Scott just looks at me with an expression that says what am I doing up there.

I smile at both of them and wave, then I go back into the house to continue my bout of useless daydreaming. I need to get my heart under control fast.