Disclaimer: I do not own FSOG or these amazing characters.
Note: Hello, you all.
'When did I become so numb?' is almost complete... :( I've posted the latest chapter this morning. Hope you like.
This story is set in an alternate universe. ( You can call this a preview. )
I plan on posting this short story in September this year. :)
In this one, Ana is a doctor. Christian also has another profession. I hope you enjoy reading this. I sure enjoyed writing it! :)
And don't forget to tell me what you think about the chap?
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The demons we're made of
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As Anastasia Steele did her rounds at the hospital, she received a call.
"Who could it be?" she whispered, her brows furrowed.
Whenever she received calls with an unknown number, Ana always pressed the reject button. But not today. Today it was different. It was like her gut told her to accept the call. And so she did, because she always trusted her gut.
"Hello." She said into her phone, her voice calm like usual.
"Anastasia." She heard a familiar voice say from the other side of the line.
At hearing his voice, Ana was so startled that she almost let go of her phone. However, after a few seconds she collected herself, and held it in an iron grip to her ear, afraid that he was going to hang up.
"Christian?!" Ana replied, her heart thumping against her chest, a lump stuck in her throat.
"Yes, it's me. I need you."
As those words reached her ears, she suddenly felt like the room she was in was spinning. It's been eight years since she last saw him. And all this time she and everyone else believed he was dead. Christian had been a casualty of war—or so she thought. He was alive? Oh, God.
At that very moment, she felt overwhelmed by all the emotions coursing through her. Happiness, bitterness, fear, anger and other emotions rose inside of her at once. Ana couldn't handle this; it was too much.
"Where have you been, Christian? I searched the world trying to find you."
She attempted to mask her feelings, but the clear tremble in her voice told him that she was very affected by the situation.
"I will explain, you deserve that I know, but please. Can I see you right now?" he asked, his voice a bit weak.
Ana wanted to punish him; her head was saying no. But her heart wouldn't let her head win. Her heart told her that she needed to see him badly. As a sigh escaped her plump red lips, Ana nodded— even though she knew he couldn't see her.
"OK. My apartment. I'll be home after 30 minutes." Ana said.
"OK, I'll be there." He replied.
"Wait, I'm going to give you my address."
"I know where you live." Christian said.
In response, Ana furrowed her brows." Wait… what? How do you know where I live?"
"See you in 30 minutes." He replied, purposely avoiding the question.
"Christian! I asked you a question!" she said, very annoyed.
"I will explain soon, Anast—" he began, but she cut him off very harshly.
"Don't call me that! You know I go by Ana nowadays! " she shouted into the phone, her hands shaking heavily, while tears pooled in her bright blue eyes.
At that moment, Ana got so angry with him. How long has he known where she lived? He obviously tracked down her phone number too. How long has he been back? Was it just yesterday? Or last week? Last month? Or longer? How long did he have her number? Of all the days, why did he have to call her just now? Had he been following her without revealing himself? But why?!
"I'm really sorry, but I will explain. See you at your place." Was what she heard him say, and right after that, Christian hung up the phone.
Ana couldn't— just couldn't believe he did that." Unbelievable!" she growled, and walked out the hospital with a furious look on her gorgeous face. "He is so going to be sorry." She mumbled, and sped away in her black convertible.
Ana had imagined a hundred and one ways how it would be if she ever saw him again. Giving up on him wasn't an option for her. Not a day went by without thinking about Christian. They had plans for the future, and she remembered how impatient he was to come home from deployment so he could marry her. The ring was still in her closet, tucked away but never forgotten. As a sigh escaped her lips, she stepped out of the car. Ana's apartment was on the tenth floor, so she had time to sort things out in her head. When the elevator door opened, and she stepped into the hallway, her heart hammered against her rib cage. Fear was the last thing she wanted to feel, but at that moment it was completely consuming her from the inside out. She was terrified!
There he was... Oh, God. It was him... it was her Christian, the only man she had ever loved.
As Ana watched him, she felt such an excruciating pain go through her body, from her head to her fingers and her toes. The moment their eyes locked, gray meeting blue, Ana had the sudden urge to flee. He looked so lost and broken, a mere shadow from what he used to be.
"Anastas-" he began, but he corrected himself." Ana..."
She waited, not able to move her legs. At one point, she wasn't able to bear it any longer, so she decided to do something about it. Ana put her fears aside, gathered all the courage that she still had left, and slowly began closing the huge gap between her and him.
Her Christian- it was really him...
As Christian watched her closing in on him, he desperately wanted to move. Oh, God how he wished that he could run towards 'his' Ana, but he stood at that spot like he was paralyzed.
'Anastasia, my beautiful Anastasia.' was what he thought, while doing his very best to cover up his right arm.
The closer she got, the harder it became for him to breathe. At one point she stood right in front of him, her blue eyes twinkling just the way he remembered. At a certain point, the gnawing pain in Ana's heart became a bit too much for her to bear, so she broke eye contact. Christian swallowed hard, when she did that. Was she so repulsed by him that she couldn't even look at him? Tears started pooling in his eyes, as it dawned on him that Ana may never be able to forgive him. Christian knew that he did an unforgivable thing, but had his Anastasia become so unforgiving?
At that moment he was the one who wanted to run, but couldn't stand any second without her anymore.
"Ana..." was what tumbled from his lips, making a shiver go through her spine, the memory of how they first met fresh in her mind...
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