Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

told Denny to find a spot to park. I wanted to see what she was up to, but most of all, I wanted to see

her. I kept a great distance behind her, so she couldn’t see me if she turned around. I watched her as

she entered the Conservatory Gardens. I had to think of a way to see and talk to her without appearing

like a stalker. Hell, I am a stalker, but only to Ellery Lane. She had made me like this. I stopped

outside the Conservatory Gardens to formulate a plan. What excuse was I going to give for being in

Central Park? I pulled my phone from my pocket and looked at her number. I walked into the gardens

and saw her sitting on a bench with her pad open and pencil in hand. I hit her number and watched her

ignore my call. I lightly smiled because I called her again, and I was going to keep on calling her until

she answered.

“Hello?” her sweet innocent voice answered.

“Hello, Miss Lane, are you enjoying Central Park?” I asked.

I watched her turn her head from side to side before looking behind her and seeing me walking

towards her.

“I am, Mr. Black, and it looks like you are too,” she said with a smile. Damn that smile.

I put the phone in my pocket and sat down next to her on the bench. She looked at me, frowned, and

didn’t say a word. She just kept staring at me until I spoke.

“What?” I asked as I tilted my head.

“How did you get my phone number? I don’t remember giving it to you.”

“I have my ways of finding out anything about anybody, Miss Lane,” I smirked.

“So, you’re a stalker then?”

I threw my head back and laughed, “No, Miss Lane, I’m not a stalker. I just wanted your number in

case I needed you to help me home some night.” I was even impressed at how quickly I came up with

that one.

“How did you know I was here?” She curiously asked.

“Denny pointed out that he saw you walking down the street, and I asked him to stop.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. I guess I just thought I’d say hi.” Her questions were starting to irritate me, but

turning me on at the same time.

“Then you could have just called since you have my number and all,” she smirked as she waved her

hand.

“Miss Lane, enough with the questions please,” I sighed.

“Can I ask you one more thing?” she innocently asked.

I narrowed my eyes at her as the corners of her mouth turned up.

“What is it?” I asked quietly.

“Could you please stop calling me Miss Lane, and just call me Ellery?”

“It would be my pleasure, Ellery,” I smiled as I slightly tilted my head.

I loved saying her name as it was unique. She was unique, and she made me feel different when I

was around her. Hell, I haven’t felt the same since I saw her in my kitchen. I looked over at her sketch

pad and watched her as she drew two people. Her drawing was amazing, and I could only imagine

what her paintings looked like.

“What are you drawing?” I asked her.

“The bride and groom over there,” she pointed.

“Why?” I asked curiously.

“Why not? They’re a cute couple, and I think it would make a good painting. I’ll call it ‘A Wedding

in Central Park’.”

“And what makes you think someone would buy that?” I’m pretty sure that came out the wrong way.

“People love weddings, and I’m sure any couple that got married here would buy it as a memory of

the beginning of their life together.”

“It’s all a bunch of shit if you ask me,” I mumbled.

“What is?” she asked as she tilted her head to the side.

“Weddings, starting a life together, relationships; all of it. You even said it yourself that nothing

lasts forever.”

“Well, a lot of people believe in the happily ever after and the fairy tale relationships. Let’s not

take that away from them,” she softly spoke while drawing.

“Do you believe in any of that?” I asked her not knowing if I wanted to hear her answer.

“I don’t know. I thought I once did, but I’m not so sure anymore.”

I stared down at her pad and watched her draw. The scars on her wrists became more visible with

each stroke of the pencil. I put my hand on hers and stopped her from drawing. She looked at me as I

turned her wrist over and lightly rubbed her scar with my thumb. She froze at my touch. Her skin was

soft and warm. I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did, but I needed to touch her.

“Tell me about your scars,” I said as I looked directly in her eyes.

I could tell she was uncomfortable so I gently laid her hand back on the drawing pad. She looked

down as she spoke.

“I made a mistake. I was young and stupid, that’s all.”

“Everyone is young and stupid from time to time, but they don’t try to kill themselves,” I said in an

irritated way as the memories of Amanda started to rush through my mind.

“Connor, you don’t know me or anything about me. We aren’t friends remember, so what happened

to me in my past is none of your business,” she snapped at me.

I stared straight ahead and found that I couldn’t look at her. I never should have said what I did. I’m

sure she probably hates me now, and I wouldn’t blame her.

“I apologize,” I said without looking at her.

She looked at me, and I could see a slight smile on her face out of the corner