He's a gallery curator with a fetish for perfection. No one's ever gotten close to him; how could they? They're never as perfect as the portraits, the sculptures, the art that never changes. Trust did not come easy for him.
Then one day, an intern...
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Jessica turned to looked at Javier. Her heart was galloping like a racehorse.
“You have a girlfriend?” She asked turning to Javier.
“It's complicated” he replied looking anywhere except at her.
“Well explain it to me because I'm not that stupid!”
“Why are you getting so upset?”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Maybe I should go” Logan interjected
“Yes you should” said Javier frowning at him.
“Stay!” Jessica ordered him.
“Whoof!” Logan replied holding his hands up like dog paws.
“Fine then I'll go” said Javier standing up
“Fine!” Said Jessica
She watched as he grabbed his jacket and stormed out slamming the door behind him.
“Well that was entertaining” said Logan
“Go home Logan” she said in a defeated tone.
“But you said I could stay” he protested
“I only said that to make him upset” she explained
“Well I feel so used” he said placing his hand on his chest.
“Close the door on your way out”
She walked into her room and slumped back against the closed door.
Why does life have to be so confusing? Why do I always findmyselfattracted to the wrong guys?
She heard the front door close indicating Logan had left. Now she was alone.
What else is new. I feel like I've been alone for most of my life. Why can't anything go right? Why does everyone leave?
She opened the door and walked over to the wall that her pictures were mounted on. Reaching up she took down the picture of her parents she brushed her finger across it at the same time a tear ran down her face and dripped on the glass frame.
I miss you guys so much. I could use a dad's hug and a mother daughter talk right now. There's was no one around to teach me about boys. No wonder I have no luck with them.
Is this what my life will continue to be like? Hurt? Forever alone?
She hugged the picture to her chest as sad tears made their way down her face. She walked over to the couch and sat down. She didn't even bother to look up when she heard her front door banging open. Only one person would ever think about doing that.
“I bring peace offering!”
Logan.
He sat next to her on the couch and put bags of food on the coffee table in front of them. She didn't bother to move away when he leaned closer and pull her to him in a tight hug. She went willing and curled up to him. Sometimes you just need to be held, right now was one of those times for Jessica.
