The memory of what happened between my and (name) was fresh in my mind. Even though it happened a year ago, I felt like it was yesterday. It didn't help that I continued watching her, protecting her from afar.
I sighed, watching her with her group of friends. Oh, how I wished I could be there with them, my arms wrapped around her. To be able to smell her shampoo in her hair as I kissed the top of her head.
I growled at the newcomer walking towards the small group. From what I had seen in from the file I found on Michael Cash, he was close to (name)'s age. His occupation was being a children's dentist.
It took all of my power NOT to get my bow out and shoot Michael. (name) was MINE, not his. Michael had no right to wrap his arms around her and kiss her. That was MY job. My keen eyes caught every move the couple made. The looks they gave each other, the way their hands always kept contact to the other person's body. If I had to keep watching this I knew it would drive me insane.
That night, I went back to the house where it all began, my eyes scanning the windows to see where she was. I left my weapons in my car, making sure I didn't do anything stupid. I pinched the bridge of my nose before ringing the doorbell.
There she was, my beautiful angel who I missed so dearly. The one person in my life that I lived for, that I yearned for. The voice I remember being so sad the last she spoke to me was filled with shock as she spoke, "what are you doing here?"
"I had to see you, I had to speak with you."
My perfect woman bit at her lip in thought. I knew she was debating with herself. The woman sighed with a nod, telling me to 'go ahead.'
"I can't stop thinking about you. I know what happened was wrong and that I should have never hurt you."
"I wanted to apologize in hoped that you'd forgive me."
I watched her face, going from her eyes to her lips as she spoke, "what you're asking for is a lot, Hawk. You don't realize how much you hurt me."
I wanted to reach out and comfort her, the woman I hurt so badly. I looked down, speaking softly, "that's where you're wrong. I go through every day thinking of you and how I screwed up the best thing that ever happened to me."
I saw the flash if sorrow in her eyes as she looked at me. When she looked at her feet, her bangs fell into her eyes and, God, how I missed that. I put my hands in my pockets to keep from pushing the hair away from her perfect face.
Footsteps could be heard behind her before an arm snaked around her waist. The man that had to be Michael spoke, "who is it, Love?"
(name) looked up at Michael with a smile that I remembered holding at one point. The smile of 'all I see is you.'
"Clint, meet Michael. Michael, this is Clint."
We didn't even try to shake hands, we just glared at one another. I wanted to rip his arm off and beat him with it.
"What's he doing here so late," Michael questioned from behind her.
"Clint needed to speak to me about something, no biggie," she told him, her beautiful eyes never leaving me.
With a kiss to her shoulder, the jerk-off said goodnight and headed up the stairs to the bedroom.
There was an awkward silence between the two of us. I couldn't help but watch her hands play with her hair. She always did that out of nervousness.
I broke the silence first, "do you love him?" I knew I shouldn't have asked that.
"Why? Are you jealous," she asked with hand on her hip.
I bowed my head, my eyes still looking up at her. "Yes, I am," I had the hardest time saying that.
"You have no reason to be. It was your fault we ended. Michael was there to pick up the pieces that you left. I loved you, but that's over."
Every word she said caused me to break. Everything she said was true, but that didn't mean I had to give up. I looked into the colored orbs I treasured so much.
She closed the door, leaving me standing on the porch. The light went off above me, but I didn't move. I didn't begin to walk off until after I heard Michael.
"Well, the romantic evening was sort of ruined by your ex. Still, will you marry me?"