Listen to "Love song" by Lana Del Rey.

Her eyes were inflamed as she contended with her brothers. Her skin was red from frustration and even from a distance I could sense the thickness of the air between them. I pondered on the roots of their misunderstanding. What was really going on? Betty was on the verge of tears by the time she walked away from them. Her feet carrying her swiftly to the opposite side of the road and moving forward.

Enos stayed behind to confront Shaw, Dan and Lucas on Betty's behalf. Preventing them from running after her as they intended to. I couldn't help but notice the striking similarities between Enos and Elisabeth's brothers. The tattoos, the sharp blue eyes, their demeanor, and I wondered whether those features are what attracted her to Enos in the first place. It sickens me that he is the main standing obstacle between Betty and I. Now more than ever I would much rather he disappeared.

As the sun slowly sank on the eastside, the wheels of my car directed me to my new destination. An open field came to view and Elisabeth stood by the edge of it. Wind on her hair as the rays of orange fading sunset painted her cheeks. The sight, brightened my eyes and slowed me down. It slowed my entire world actually. And despite the constant, required and expected need to rush and hold her, I remained in my car and watched her ache from the inside .

How was I to approach her? Especially after everything that happened. I don't want to scare her. And it would hurt me if she run away and rejected me again.

Every vein in my body called for me to exit and comfort her. My skin itched to pull her in my embrace and assure her that she was safe and sound in my arms. That I could be the strongest shield against her pains if only she would let me.

As though the odds were ever in my favour, Betty's gaze shifted from the setting sun to my car with eyes more fierce than I remember them to be. Those glistering blue green orbs observed the mysterious black BMW packed at a distance with speculation and I felt myself trapped within that gaze though she wasn't looking directly at me.

My hands automatically reached to open the door, fueled by the need to be next to her, I forced my awaiting mind to let me face her. As I guided myself out, I witnessed her eyes follow suit, carefully investing the man behind the wheels. Perhaps she sensed my car flowing behind her. That must be the only reason her guard was up as she fully turned her body to face the owner.

Never had I witnessed a gaze so intense as when Elisabeth Wilson directed her precious eyes at me, registering that it was Infact James Andrew Scott standing infront of her.

Perhaps this is how time standing still feels like. Because everything froze in place, everything stopped moving including my heart, I couldn't take my eyes off of hers as everything else disappeared and it was just us.

I failed to decipher the thoughts in her head as she stared at me in disbelief. Was she about to flee the scene or was she willing to give me a chance to get nearer to her?

I assembled my anticipation to tell her that I loved her into a dark corner. I realised it wouldn't be the right time. I'm a selfish man but even I would know that confessing my true intentions to Elisabeth when she was in such a distorted state of mind would confuse and perhaps hurt her even more.

Guided by true intentions.......I walked to her.

She stood still.

As though failing to react in any other way but that. Perhaps she had nothing else to give me but her stare.

When I was only an inch distance from the only woman I have ever truly loved, an inch away from her mesmerizing face, an inch away from that body I missed so much, an inch closer than I have been around her in what felt like ages, I halted.

"Elisabeth," I breathed.

She flinched from the sound of my voice. Her eyes widening even more. Betty seemed more shocked than she was seconds ago.

Epiphany.

She didn't believe it was truly me until I called out her name.

Elisabeth took a sudden step back but I was quick to wrap my hands on her waist and pull her body closer to mine. I felt my chest clench while holding her again after so long and I couldn't help but tighten my grasp. Her hands trembled on my shoulders. She was confused, I could tell. She wanted to say something but failed. Her eyes did not leave my face for a second, surveying my features and shaking her head to make sense of what she was seeing.

"Have I really gone insane?" She spoke to herself.

"Betty,"

"Don't." She warned. "Let me go."

It took all the strength in my body to let her go.

She moved away from me.

As if letting her go didn't hurt enough, she took more steps back. Her eyes didn't leave mine as the expression on her face changed to hurt. "I had to come back." I said to her. "I tried Betty. I wanted to accept the fact that we couldn't be together anymore but I can't forget you. I couldn't let myself forget you."

She didn't talk to me.

Infact, she stayed quiet for minutes, her eyes directed to the vast open field again as we stood next to each other. I knew she was trying to cope with everything that was happening around her. My presence wasn't making matters better and I knew that too. But I'm already here and ready to make her the happiest woman on earth and all I need is for her to believe we have a future.

When I couldn't bare the silence anymore, I moved towards her and she didn't drift away.

My hands stilled.

"Can I hold your hand?"

Her hands stilled too, "James....." She wanted to protest.

"I might never see you again." I raised. "Atleast let me feel you like it's the last time. Let me pretend that holding your hand is the most innocent thing I have ever done."

I stole a glimpse of the side of her beautiful face as I waited to hear her voice. She glanced at me and spoke silently, "It should be a crime to touch another woman's man. There is nothing innocent about that."

I moved her long brown hair behind her shoulder to reveal more of her face and then confidently took her fare hand into mine. There was no denying the emotions that radiated through us as our skin touched. I could barely hold down the urge to claim her in everyway I knew I could if she let me. She didn't object to my touch, if anything, her slender fingers clutched between mine. I knew she could feel it too. The way our forces pulled us towards each other. I could feel there was something left of us somewhere in wreck. And that was the only hope I needed to hold her hand tighter.

"Wouldn't it be a worse crime if I loved this woman."

She sighed sadly, "What are you doing here James? Nothing has changed between us."

I contemplated upon her words. Something had changed between us. This time around, I love her. I told myself I wouldn't confess anything to her, but I've always been the selfish one.

"What if I told you that I'm in love with you."

She pulled her hand away, "Don't be cruel."

"I love you."

She shut her ears. "Please don't say that."

"I can't lose you because I wouldn't know what to do with myself."

"James please," she pleaded with her glistening eyes. "Let me move on."

"You have stolen my entire heart Elisabeth. How can I move on without you?"

My hand run up her arm, over her shoulder and onto her face as I adjusted myself before her. I removed her hands from her ears slowly and held her face between my hands. Once again, she let me get close. "We can be happy together."

She closed her eyes, "I can't keep clinging to your every word."

"I need you to trust me." I begged her.

When her indecisiveness clouded the air between us, I was too eager to get rid of it. And without a second thought, I connected my ready lips with hers that trembled.

Feeling those familiar soft lips on mine again was accompanied with an overpowering wave of desire and electricity, greater energy than anything we've ever shared. Intoxicating nerves of pleasure ran through my veins and I clinged onto the feeling as I dived my wet tongue into her awaiting mouth. And when I sensed her helpless body melt into mine, I deepened the kiss with everything I had with me, making sure she could feel exactly how much I loved her.

A sudden immense heat settled between us and our bodies, my hand reached to grab her waist and the other settled on her hair, plastering our bodies together.

I swallowed the moan that escaped her lips into my mouth. Her breath hitched as her small fingers gripped my shirt for support. She wasn't drifting away from me like her presence in my dreams every morning I woke up. The warmth of her whimpering body from the attack of my mouth reminded me that everything was real. That her hot skin was against me, that those tasteful lips were accepting my erotic endeavours.

But before I could fully grasped the moment, I felt her hands push me away.

My heart fell.

Her eyes burned as she stared at me with rage. "Don't push me into making the same mistakes. You are taking advantage of the effects you have on me." Betty's voice was stronger than the weakness of her body, her swollen red lips pressed together. Her blue green eyes fierce as her chest rose and fell.

"We are not a mistake." I corrected with parted lips, my own breathing accelerating.

I drew her gorgeous body towards me and held her waist tightly as our chests met due to my strength. Our breathing was rushed as I connected our lips again.

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