7. Hide and Seek.
1282 Words
Eva's POV
Until last evening, I didn't even imagine seeing Adam Miller in my life ever again, but today he is standing before me as a hurtful person and staring at me with despair. I couldn't even turn my gaze as I was busy seeing him after a long three years.
His eyes are still the same which are depicting his loneliness. Also, his lips still don't curl in a smile, his face is white, and he lost so much weight. Why is he like this? He got everything which he dreamt of, so why do I feel he is still not happy. Even after getting everything, is there anything that has not been fulfilled?
No! How could this be possible? Are my eyes deceiving me? Or my heart still stuck at those moments when I liked him to lean at me. Yes, my mind traveled in the past, so I am seeing Adam in this condition.
“Should we stop running? I am tired,” he softly said and came inside the elevator and bore his eyes into mine for a few seconds, and didn't say anything but after some moments he caressed my cheeks and smiled with tears and closed his eyes taking a deep breath.
“I can't believe that I am seeing you after three years. The moment I got to know you work here I wasn't able to stop myself from seeing you. I am so happy,” he said with tears brimming eyes.
My lips curled in a sad smile as I felt to embrace him. I wanted to whisper in his ears that don't worry, you would be fine just like I used to do in the past.
How pathetic am I? Such a loser, I am feeling sad after seeing his condition rather than pushing him away from me.
“I am so happy to see you, Eva. I missed you so much,” he said.
My heart fluttered listening to his words. I got some relief and my eyes softened. A beautiful smile came on his lips seeing the changing expression of mine whereas I was stuck at his words where he mentioned that he missed me. Is he saying the truth? No, why would he miss me even after what happened between us?
“Won't you say that you missed me?” His smile again disappeared along with my softness.
“Why are you so silent? In the past even though I used to request you to keep your lips sealed, you didn't do it. What happened now? Did you change this much?” He softly asked and came closer to me.
This time listening to his mention of the past, heat rushed in my cheeks recalling how much I used to love to annoy him. How have times changed? In the past, his smile was everything for me, but now his presence is scaring my existence. What a sad irony!
“Didn't you identify me?” He next said and locked my strand behind my ears and took my glasses and chuckled playing with it. My sight became unclear. Still, I didn't make an effort to take in my spectacle as I was busy with my inner turmoil.
“I know I became handsome but still you should easily identify me,” he chuckled.
“Didn't I say that you would get glasses if you keep doing so much work? See you! And why did you wear this round one? You should have chosen some other design. Well, you look cute but still, you should change your style,” saying that he made me wear my glasses.
“Why are you silent? Aren't you happy? Or did you forget me? Or are you angry with me?” Saying that his eyes got teary, and he took me in his embrace.
I wasn't in a condition to respond to his actions, words, or couldn't even run away from him. This moment was shocking as well as special for me. It would lie if I didn't imagine Adam hugging me in my recurring dreams. In these 3 years, there wasn't even a single night when he didn't come into my dream.
I don't know until when he kept me in his embrace as when the lift stopped, he was away from me and looking towards the door.
Silently we both stood there. Neither of us was moving out. It was like we were again waiting for the elevator to start, so we could exchange a glance and listen to each other's voices.
However, nothing like this happened. Sarah and Mr. Diaz appeared in front of us.
“Why are you here?” Sarah annoyingly said.
I silently staggered, Sarah followed me saying something more, but I wasn't in a condition where I would have paid any heed to her.
After halting near my car, I looked for my car's keys, but my attempt went in vain. Maybe I lost it in the storeroom. I turned my shoes to go but stopped seeing Adam who was behind me.
“Your car's keys,” he said. Again, I stood like a statue and stared at him with blank eyes.
“Miss Brown, Adam is giving your car's keys to you. Are you not willing to take it?” Mr. Diaz arrogantly said.
Adam got a little offended, so I. I didn't want someone to break our eye contact. It was like we spoke so many words through our eyes, but Mr. Diaz interrupted our moment.
“Thank you, Mr. Miller,” I softly said and took the keys from him. A shadow passed from his face. No! I have to control my heart. I can't be weak in front of him. Allowing his pain to affect me is bad for my heart. I should run from here. Making my heart like a Morgan, I turned my back to him. Yes, I am aware of the fact it is unprofessional to turn your back to your boss, but I am helpless before my heart.
Sarah who was there, a shock prevailed on her face and forehead dripped with sweat.
“Mr. Miller? Adam Miller,” Sarah muttered and held my hands. I hummed, her hand got cold and her lips shivered.
“Why didn't you tell me?” she muttered.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
“Good morning, Mr. Miller. Welcome to our company. I am Sarah Morgan; I work in the human resource department,” she said with some nervousness.
“Hello, Miss Morgan. You can call me Adam, I don't like using my last name; there are some bad memories from this name,” Adam looked at me with hurtful eyes. It was like he conveyed that I am disappointed in you.
“Okay, I will try,” Sarah said. Adam hummed while Mr. Diaz lowered his eyes.
“Sarah, would you drop me? Or I should go alone,” I controlled my tears and anger.
“I am coming. Here is your painkiller,” she kept medicine and a water bottle in my hand and took the purse from me mumbling, “You have a lot to explain.”
She went to the other side, I was about to sit in the car but stopped listening to Adam's voice.
“What is your mobile number? We have a lot to catch.”
What is this? Why is he attempting to be friendly with me? And what kind of behavior is this? How could he ask my number before Mr. Diaz and Sarah?
Shit! How could I forget Adam doesn't care about the other's opinion. He is narcissistic.
To be continued.
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