My obsession

11. chapter

I've spent six years obsessed with her. I've never forgotten her, and I've never even tried to. I want her. I'd rather die than forget her. My entire focus has been football and her.

I'd booked a table at a restaurant for us all those years, but she never came.

I created fake i********: accounts to keep up with her throughout those years. She seemed happy and even more beautiful.

I was having lunch with Lucas when my lawyer called.

Carlos, I wanted to tell you that they're selling the building. They're planning to tear it down.

I told him that couldn't happen.

Can you tell them that I'll buy it? I don't care about the price.

I can do that, he replied.

I couldn't afford to lose this deal.

I'd promised to wait for her. How was I supposed to find her if I couldn't buy it?

Calling her or flying to Boston would be stupid," Lucas said.

"You should move on," Lucas added." Or go and look for her. This is the only way you can start living your own life again."

He knew that I'd changed since she left. I no longer lived my own life because my life belonged to her. Even my breath belonged to her.

She was my obsession.

She was my killer and my saviour.

I'd built a museum in France. I'd been painting her ever since she left. I took her photos from i********: and turned them into paintings. Every picture she posted became a painting.

I even wrote a book about her.

My Sky – By Don

You are my prison. I lost my freedom when I met you. Every time I think about you, my skin burns like hell!

One day, I was having dinner with my family when I picked up my phone to stalk her on i********:.

She'd posted new pictures.

She had graduated and was the top student in her class.

I was proud of her.

I told Lucas to open a bottle of champagne because I wanted to celebrate her achievements.

After six years, she still hadn't come back, but I hadn't lost hope.

I didn't believe in God, but I decided to go to church and pray. I asked God to bring her back. I promised that if He did, I would change and start serving Him.

I began reading the Bible and praying every day.

On January 12, 207, I was sitting alone in the restaurant, just as I'd done all those years, when I saw a woman walking towards me.

I froze.

It was her.

Beautiful. Sexy.

Was I seeing an angel?

She was an angel.

She was my blue sky.

I stood up and shook her hand. Then I pulled out a chair for her.

Hi, Carlos.

Many people called me by my name, but the way she said it was different.

It was like an angel was calling my name.