James walked absent mindedly, oblivious to the torrent of winds hitting his face. His thoughts was filled with the spate of confusing events that had just taken place a few minutes ago. Thoughts about Emily.
About Emily's confession. Her love for someone else. About her sadness and despair for losing him. About James comforting her and about them, ending up kissing.
That earth moving, passion fused, emotionally charged kiss. James shivered at the thought. What a connection. He knew it, there and then, that Emily was his soulmate. Funny, how that word crept in his head. 'Soulmate..'
Now, he needed her to see. Only James. Not that unrequited love of hers. The guy did not deserve her, for he was blind. He knew this situation to be a challenge but his mind was made up.
At that instant, it dawned on him. The force that drove him to London was not his Art. But his Destiny. Emily.
But first, he would have to thank Hans for setting up such a tricky scheme on him and her. Good old Hans. Already he was proving to be quite a friend. Maybe, one day, James would return the favour and find Hans his own Emily.
Hans had never known so much pain. Not even in that accident. Witnessing James kissing Emily was the ultimate act of torture.
He wished he had not seen it. But he had to. It was neccessary to let go of Emily. For his good. And hers. So he did.
He would still need to help James though. And by God, he hoped it would not hurt so much. He would have to be strong. |
