Unconditional

Chapter 14 part 2

The sun is setting over London. People are rushing home to their families, while others get ready for a night out. Sometimes I sit and wonder what it would be like if I had kids. Not at this age, hell no. I'm still only 20. But what would it be like having curly hair children running around? Having them run into my arms when they hear me come home. I wonder what my wife would look like. I know she's going to be the most beautiful, kind human being. That's the kind of person I want to spend my life with. I want someone to understand the real me. And I feel like Elena is one of the only people who gets it. I wouldn't mind marrying her. She's incredibly kind, beautiful, and she's perfect in my eyes. Despite the fact she's suffering, I know one day she will truly be happy again.

"What are you thinking about?" Elena says. I am taken out of my trance and look at her. We've been sitting here for almost two hours. Alice called us 10 times to make sure Elena was okay. She thought I had taken her against her will.

"Nothing much, just life."

"I do that a lot too."

"What things do you think about?"

"Anything really." She takes a pause. " Sometimes I think about where I will be 5 years from now."

"Where do you want to see yourself in five years?" I say. She turns and looks at me straight into the eyes. I feel like she's looking straight into my soul with the golden eyes of hers. She turns her body completely towards me, and brings her legs up on the bench and crosses them.

"Well... I know I want to be living here in London. I'm going to live here the rest of my life. I know this sounds weird, but I feel like I belong here. I feel like this is my home. Maybe I lived here in a past life who knows. " She shrugs her shoulders up a bit.

'What else do you see?"

"You are full of questions aren't you?"

"Maybe." I flash her a smile.

"Okay , I hope to have worked on major movies or t.v shows. I would love to work on the set of Sherlock. It's my favorite show, it's just brilliant. Hmm... I would like to be married too. I know 26 is young, but I can't wait for the day I marry that one person, someone that makes me whole."

Shit. I have never been so infatuated with someone so much in my whole life.

"Wow, that's pretty deep."

"Oh god, you probably think I'm so crazy person. I'm sorry I'm talking all mushy." Her cheeks flush red, and she covers her face with her hands. I move her cold hands away from her face. I still hold onto them and warm them up.

"No , your fine. I think about that too sometimes." I say shyly.

"Usually guys freak the hell out over shit like that."

"I'm not most guys." I smirk.

"That is true." She giggles.

"So, do you like blondes or brunette's ?" I somewhat joke. I might as well find out if I have a chance with her while I'm here. Time to start a check list.

She seems surprised by my question. She laughs a bit , and for a second I almost regret doing this.

"Brunette's all the way."

Check.

"Preferred height?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Mmm , five foot eleven , and above."

Check.

"Accent or no accent?"

"What is this? A dating show?" She laughs.