Okay, I just had this idea in my head for the longest and wanted to see what others thought about it. I don't have a betta so I have tried really hard with the grammar, anyway I'm in no way a writer but I enjoy doing this for fun. It is a bit different but just give it a try! Please review greatly appreciated.
Song to listen to- Million Dollar Man by lana del rey perfect music!
Prologue
All I wanted was to get through the day, this particular day of the year never sat well with me. All I had to do was get through this day, I know I can, I always do. I hate this day, I dread this day, I abhor it… it's the day where I actually lose control, and my guard slips. I lose control of my emotions. The strong guard I've built around my mind and heart is loosened and the floodgates are opened. This is the only day where I actually let myself think of him, the day where I actually let myself miss the bastard, the only day where I allow myself to…cry. Any other day Eden Estalla Moore is the solider, not the bystander, the hero and not the victim. I promised myself three years ago that nothing and no one would ever be allowed into my heart, no one would ever be allowed to see me, the real me. I've learned my lesson, and it was a lesson well learned.
My mother told me he was trouble, but being the 17 year old girl I was, I didn't listen. Everything about him fascinated me, I was enthralled by him, I was caught up in his web, and to this day… I haven't been able to escape. Yes, I have moved on with my life, I only have about three months left of college, my internship at the school is going well, and Twinkie and everyone else at the shop is good. Yes I am happy, happy at where my life is headed. I tell myself I have recovered, I want so badly to believe that I'm completely healed. This is the only day where the truth is allowed to resurface. The truth of the matter is… I miss him, I miss that man. I miss his teasing smirk and piercing searching knowing gaze. He was dangerous, exciting and new, different from anything I ever encountered.
He was a man full of power, he helped manage one of the world's most feared gangs, the Yakuza. I was his little toy, I should have known better. We never made it official, nothing with me and him ever was. He never called me his "girlfriend" but he got all the perks, but I knew I belonged to him, he never said it and neither did I. The way he held me compared to the groupies, the way he looked at me, his eyes filled with love compared to the look of lust he gave them was different. He was always gentle with me; every fiber in my being was awakened when he looked at me, touched me, and kissed me. They say you could never forget your first love, well even if I wanted to forget the bastard, my heart won't let me. The feel of hard hands against my skin would forever haunt me. The taste of his kisses that would set me ablaze can never be forgotten; he made sure that I would be his prisoner, his "schoolgirl".
I can't say that he only left me with a broken heart, but he left me with a fighting spirit. The hurt he caused my heart, has helped me become the strong woman that I now am. Hell, he taught me how to drive, and to be able to be a part of his crew back then, you had to learn. You learn a lot when you get taught by the best teacher around, well I only ever one won race against Neela, but I not much of a racer. And he did leave me the condo he bought, but it's empty, I could never live in a place with so many memories of making love, laughing, fighting and days of happiness. Falling in love with a powerful Yakuza member slash underground racing car god, is not the smartest thing I've ever done.
Now as I walk into my quiet small apartment, I can finally just let go. Placing my purse on the counter, I headed straight for my room. I didn't notice the light emanating from my bedroom, or the particular smell of cologne and car leather that permeated the air. Opening the door, I notice the light is on and a tall male is in my room with a crisp all black business suit on, holding a photo of me, Neela and Riko. I don't need the man to turn around to know who he is, I already know. My blood goes cold and my mind refuses to accept the scene in front of me. I know that lazy, but proud stance anywhere, the jet black hair and long white fingers. My legs want to give in beneath me, as he slowly turns my way, if feels like a life time before his face is finally revealed to me.
The hammering in my heart speeds up as he looks up at me with his knowing gaze. His face looks the same as it did three years ago, the tan white skin, straight nose and handsome face. His is hair shorter and slicked back, with a lose strand stopping mid forehead. The way he looks now is different from the man, who dressed so casually 3 years ago. I search for the words to say, and try forcing my mind to from a sentence, but I'm paralyzed. The memories rush in all at once, the dam has broken inside me. My hands start to tremble as his powerful body slowly walks towards me. I can't move, breathe or think, all I can do at the moment is feel. Feel the wrath, sadness, hurt, and betrayal that whirl within me like a hurricane.
This can't be real, it's just an awful dream, but feeling the tears that are now blinding my eyes, remind me of my reality. Standing right in front of me is the man I swore to forget, the man who burned me. I open my mouth to speak and attempt to put up my hands up to tell him not to come any closer, but he ignores my silent plea and tilts my chin towards him. I look into his dark eyes, the eyes that memorize me, the eyes that let me see his black soul. He smiles wickedly at me but his eyes somewhat sad. We stare at each for what seems to be an eternity, my anger and hurt increase within me with every passing second. "Han" was the quiet sound I could manage to spew from my mouth; lord knows I wanted to say more. Turning his face to the right, I feel like he's positioning himself to kiss me. He continues to stare at me until he breaks his deafening silence by asking me with a sad and almost relieved voice, "How has my school girl been?"
Please review thank you! Yes I am aware that Han is Korean and that would be explained in the rest of the story if guys want me to continue!