She brushed the blue paint on the paper that had still been white only a copple of seconds ago.She couldn't stop thinking about those eyes,HIS eyes.
She didn't know a thing about him,not even what his face looked like or his name but she knew his eyes very well.Maybe she had only seen them for a second but she still was able to remember the look of terror in his beautiful dark blue eyes.
She watched how the brush spread the paint on the paper while she got lost in her thoughts once again.Ever since the accident a couple of weeks ago she could only think about the blue eyes that belonged to the person that saved her life.
His blue dazzlers were the last thing she had seen before the paramedics had rushed her to hospital.
She almost died because of internal bleedings and she has been into a coma for several days but she stayed alive and the first thing she asked when she woke up was where the man that saved her life was.
Nobody could answer that question and she was still gutted about tha fact that no-one knew her blue-eyed stranger.
She still dreamt about those eyes every night and the only thing she wanted was to see the person were those eyes belonged to,just to thank him for getting her out of her burning car.But now she realised she would never see him again and that idea was killing her.If she only knew his name.....
The door to her white room opened and a nurse came in.
"Here Angie,I brought you some magazines to read." She walked over to Angie's bed and gave her the mags while she looked at Angie's painting.
"Are you still thinking about his eyes,girl?" She nodded slowly.
"Honey,just forget about him.It's impossible to find a person if the only thing you've seen were his eyes.Just forget about him. It's the best."
The nurse put another pillow behind Angie's back and left the room while she shook her head and muttered
"Poor girl."
Angie put the paintbrush down and sighed.She took a magazine and looked at it.
Maybe the nurse was right.She had to forget about him.She would never find him.
She opened the mag and watched some photos of famous popstars.She didn't wanna read.She hated reading and so she just stared at the pictures while she still thought about his eyes but then her heart stopped beating for a second as she looked at one particular photograph:it were HIS eyes!
Angie's hands started shaking like mad and her eyes filled with tears.
She found him!She was totally sure it was him,she just knew it.
Her eyes moved over the picture and stopped at the bottom of the page.
Scott Robinson.
So that's his name.Angie said it a copple of times before she put the magazine down and sighed.
The person that saved her life was famous.
She couldn't believe it but she knew it was true.Scott was the person that saved her,it were his eyes,those dark blue eyes.
Angie picked the brush up again and decided to finish the portrait.She was ready soon now she had his picture lying next to her on the bed.
It was dark outside when she was ready and she wrote his name on top of the painting:Scott Robinson.
Angie put everything away and brushed the tears that were running down her cheeks away with her hands.
So the nurse was right about one thing,she would never meet him.She wouldn't meet a popstar and he had probably already forgotten about her.
Angie pulled the blankets over her head and cryed herself to sleep and the last think she thought of was the person with those beautiful eyes that had a name now: Scott Robinson