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"Every Breath You Take" cover by Chase Holfelder

Every breath you take,
Every move you make,
Every bond you break,
Every step you take,
I'll be watching you ....

April 11

I watched her from afar as she walked along the mulch rows of the tulip fields, taking pictures of this scenery with her camera.

Close to us were a young couple, a family of three: a father, a mother, and a little girl, and an elderly couple, from all walks of life.

They all looked so happy being in this place.

Who wouldn't, right?

Observing them brought pain deep within me. The picture only reminded me of the things in life that she would never have. Her chance to fall in love, have children, and grow old with a partner were cut short because of the actions of one man.

And I won't stop at anything until he and everyone in his family felt the same pain he inflicted on her.

I moved into the same row she was walking up from. She was entranced by the tulips, not realizing that I was coming from the other end. From what I knew, these were her favorite flowers, the same as my sister.

The distance between us decreased, bringing us closer to each other, but she still hadn't caught on to the sight of me.

As she strolled down the row toward me, she buckled her camera into the camera bag. With her eyes on down, she bumped into me and fell to the ground.

I bent down and picked up her camera bag that laid beside her. "I am so sorry, ma'am. I didn't see you there. Are you alright?"

She turned around to the sound of my voice. Inches apart, her brown eyes observed me in a long stare as if she was studying every feature of my face.

She finally blinked away and quickly got onto her feet, stepping away from me.

She had a right too.

But if she truly knew my hidden intentions, if she knew the reasons why we met today, she would get as far away as she could.

My height towered over hers as she stood staring back at me. I observed her features in detail.

This woman lacked style in fashion. She wore a grey T-shirt and blue jeggings with red Converse shoes, exactly the opposite of sophistication in my book. And she had very subtle makeup on her light skin; it was barely noticeable.

I wouldn't even turn an eye if we passed each other on the street.

But something of hers did strike me. What did catch my attention was her long wavy dark brown hair pulled up into a loose ponytail.

"It was my fault. I should be the one saying sorry." A smile grew on her face, and a dimple appeared at her left cheek. "I wasn't looking where I was going. How about you? Are you okay?"

"Don't worry about it. It happens. Here's your camera bag." I smiled at her.

"Thank you." She grabbed her camera bag, careful not to graze my fingers. "Well, um ... I should go now."

She took a fleeting glimpse at me before passing by and walked ahead on the path.

I waited for this opportunity for too long, and I won't let it slip through without a fight.

"Wait." She turned around just like what I intended. "May I walk with you?"

"I don't know if that's a good idea. We've just met and I don't even know who you are." Her top lip clamped softly on her bottom like a child, unsure of what to do. "I don't even know your name."

"Henry. My name's Henry. Nice to meet you." I held out my hand firmly to her. She debated in her mind for a few seconds, and then slowly held out her right hand. I gently shook it.

"Alexandria or just Ally. Nice to meet you too, Henry."

She stood so fragile and innocent, standing there under my gaze. I could break her bone and skin so easily, I thought to myself.

"I want to apologize in advance that I'm not good at communicating," she admitted bashfully, looking down at her feet.

I smiled. "You're wrong. Everyone can communicate. You stumble only when you have an audience—," I glanced at her and her eyes peered up, "—like me."

"That's a good point."

I held out my hand toward the row ahead for her to lead the way. She smiled and started to walk as I followed behind her, keeping a few feet between us.

As she strolled ahead of me, I observed her from the back. She turned every once in a while, stopping to take a picture here and there.

One thing was certain, she was careful to avoid contact with my eyes which I knew it made her uneasy. Every reaction of her was simple to dissect.

"Is this your first time here?" I already knew her answer.

"Yes, I'm here on a road trip with some friends. How about you?"

"I'm here on a business trip with some colleagues," I replied. "Today's our day off, and I chose to come here. Hiking didn't sound entertaining. I'm not a flower kind of guy, but ..." I swallowed the lump in my throat, "tulips are my sister's favorite flowers."

"Really?" Excitement filled her tone for the first time today. Tulips were also her favorite flowers, but I already knew that fact from the research into her past. "They're my favorite flowers too. Where is your sister? She couldn't come with you?"

I gazed off into the distance, observing the skyline of the mountains as the painful  memories resurfaced into my mind ...

The moment I received the phone call about her death.

The moment I saw her cold, colorless body laying lifeless on the embalming table in the morgue.

The moment I watched her coffin slowly being lowered into its gravesite.

"She passed away a couple years ago," I answered directly.

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"It's okay." I softly chuckled to lightened the atmosphere as I gathered myself from my lost memories. I wasn't here to reminisce about the past. "You don't have to apologize. Every time I see a tulip, it reminds me of her."

"You must have cared very much about her."

Anyone in their right mind would care about their loved ones.

"More than myself." I wanted to change the topic. I thought I could handle talking about my sister Pen, but I was slipping, and that only made this innocent woman staring at me more curious about my well-being. "Let's talk about something that's more interesting? Hmm?"

I managed a grin to recover from my mistakes.

"Sure." She wasn't convinced though, and I could tell she was wondering why my moods were changing fast and drastically.

I stopped and bent down to look at a red tulip that caught my attention. "Have you ever heard of the origin of the tulip?"

I lightly pinched the neck of the flower with my right fore finger and thumb, twirling it slowly in my grip as my free hand felt the edges of its delicate petals.

My mind fought back the idea of crushing it in my hand at this moment.

The first step was to let it bloom in full first before making a move to break it.

"No, I've never heard of it. Why?"

"People say that the tulip started out with a history full of thievery, trickery, and broken hearts."

"Trickery and broken hearts?" she repeated, a little disappointed of the piece of information. "I didn't know such beautiful flowers like tulips would have a tragic past."

"Well, now you know." Our eyes met fleeting for a second before I led the way this time down the row.

For the next hour, we didn't talk much. I kept my silence, and she kept hers.

The time had ticked closer to four thirty; it was time to part with this woman ... for now.

I peeked at my watch, an Audemar Piquet handed down to me by my father and his father before him. It had a platinum polished design with black diamonds embedded along the rim.

She caught sight onto my watch and peered up at me with confusion etched on her face

"What?" I asked. For someone of her status, I wouldn't think she even knew the brand I was sporting.

"Um, it's nothing." She blinked away.

"Sorry, but this is where I have to leave you." I grabbed my iPhone from the back pocket of my khakis and quickly saw alerts for texts and emails. "My group just arrived back at the hotel."

"No, it's totally fine. I understand." Her tone seemed to be filled with alleviation, probably to be relieved of my company.

"Maybe we'll run into each other sometime in the future." My eyes focused on her. If only she knew we'd be meeting sooner than expected.

"Yes, maybe," she responded.

I took out of wallet in my pocket and removed my business card. This one was especially made for her. "Here's my business card. Just in case you might need it."

I held out the business card to her, waiting for her to accept it.

"Thank you." She grabbed the card without even bearing to take a glimpse at it and shoved it into the side pocket of her camera bag. "Goodbye, Henry. It was great meeting you."

"Goodbye, Alexandria," I murmured to her before turning around.

I placed my hands into the pockets of my khakis and strolled away, the corner of my lips curling up.

Three ...

Two ...

One ...

I twisted around to see her turning around to glance at me just like I wanted. She had barely moved from where she stood before.

I smiled at her.

She returned the gesture while her cheeks slowly reddened, and then she looked away as she continued down the row in the opposite direction from me.

From our first meeting, I knew my presence made her uneasy.

From the way she breathed. The way she kept her distance. The way she stared into my eyes as if she hadn't seen any man like me before her.

She was a simple girl, enough for me to see through and detect her feelings and her behavior.

She was never with anyone in her life before me, and knowing that piece of information was enough satisfaction to dwell upon.

And the more I get closer to her, I knew she would slowly fly into the trap I had set up for her.

Half an hour later, I returned to my suite at the Skagit Valley Casino Resort, the same place she was staying at with her friends. The yellow folder on the dresser caught my attention once I walked into the bedroom.

It contained a report of all the information collected by my private investigator Jonathan on Alexandria Olivia Winters in the last five years.

I grabbed it, sat down on the foot of the king-sized mattress, and flipped the file to the first page containing a profile picture of her.

The report listed every details about her life: her last residences, cell phone numbers, clothes sizes, friends and people she had in contact with, medical history, education, all to the time and place she was born.

I closed the folder and flung it into the corner of the room. I laid down onto the mattress and stared at the ceiling, thinking about this woman who was merely just a few pieces of paper, but now she was real.

I studied her file for the last few years. I memorized it and thought it over a million times. I could even recite all the information in my sleep.

She was my assignment, one that I had already started and needed to finished.

At seven, my phone chimed with a text message from Jonathan.

Dinner at Skagit Skillet. These were the words displayed on my message.

So that was where they were having dinner tonight, I thought.

I joined the rest of my Executive team who had returned from hiking in the lobby.

Katherine, the Operations Manager at my hotel, turned around and noticed me walking toward them. "There he is. Good evening, Mr. Cavill."

"Evening, Katherine."

"How did your day at the festival go today?"

"Good, better than I expected. How was hiking for the team?"

"Everyone had a great time. It was a beautiful day out. Rob here almost fell into a creek. You should've came. It would have been better if our manager was there with us."

I smiled. "Maybe next time. I'm glad everyone had a good time. They all must be very hungry right now. Shall we?"

Katherine and I led the way to the restaurant Skagit Skillet as the others followed. When the waiter led us inside to the dining area, from the corner of my eye, I immediately caught a glimpse of her sitting with her two friends. Her eyes skimmed in my direction, but I pretended not to notice her yet.

My group was seated a few tables away from their, and I purposely chose a seat facing her. When she realized I was looking her way, she lowered her head and hid her face between her friends.

In the next few seconds, she said a few things to her friends and took out a bill from her wallet, leaving it on the table. Then she quickly stood up from her seat to leave, running out from the restaurant.

She was aware of my presence and fled from having to meet me again.

With an idea in my head, I excused myself from my group and headed over to her friends' table.

"Pardon me," I said as I approached them.

A woman and man around the same age like Alexandria turned to me with both confused and surprised expressions.

"I do apologize ahead of time for this. I am Henry Cavill. I recently met your friend Ally at the tulip fields this afternoon, and I believe I just saw her walking out of the restaurant."

Their expressions finally changed to smiles.

"Hi, nice to meet you, Henry. I'm Lily, and this is Adam." She peered at her queer friend who was lost in a daze. "Adam, say 'hi' to him."

"Hello," he shyly answered.

"You just missed her. Actually, we were just talking about you and then she got weird and had to leave all of a sudden. Must be her stomach. She gets like this when she meets new guys. Sorry, I think I said too much."

I chuckled. "I understand. Do you guys have any plans for tonight? I wanted to see her one more time before I leave."

They both looked at each other. "Well," Lily started, "we were just planning to hit up the casino later. Maybe, we'll see you there."

"That sounds perfect. My group was actually heading over there after dinner. Thank you for your time."

When dinner ended, the group disbanded. Some left to retire for the night while others proceeded to the casino.

As I walked around the casino slots, I found her watching an intense game of roulette. Tonight, she wore a beige laced dress that came down to her knees with a camel belt and yellow flats. In her hand, she carried a simple brown clutch. She definitely didn't have any taste in fashion at all.

Her hair caught my attention again. She had it straightened this time, and it flowed down even longer on her back, past her bra line.

She was so concentrated on the game, she hadn't noticed me approaching her from the side. The ball landed onto the pocket thirteen of the spinning wheel and a man at the table cheered with hurray.

"Seems like the man is having a lucky night. Don't you agree?"

"Looks like he is," she responded without even looking to the source of the voice. When she gazed at me, her mouth opened as she inhaled a quick breath.

I smiled at her.

Her eyes flocked left and right for sight of her friends, but they were no where around us.

"Alexandria, right?" I asked, cocking my head slightly.

"Yes, Henry."

"I thought I saw you earlier in the restaurant before, but then you ran out so fast like you've just committed a crime."

She softly chuckled at my words, her dimple deepening at her cheek. She appeared nervous to be talking to me again, not realizing our encounter would be sooner then expected.

"I remembered I left the hair curler on in the room and went back to turn it off."

"Ah, I see." I saw right through her lie already, but it was a little funny to hear her actually say it in front. She couldn't see that her stories and appearance didn't quite add up. "So do you know how to play roulette?"

"No, I don't know how to play any of these table games, but it's still fun to watch."

"Are you looking for your friends, Lily and Adam?"

Her eyes kept skimming the crowd. "How do you -- ?"

"I met them at the restaurant and asked them if I could accompany you tonight. May I?"

Before she answered me, she thought about my request for a second, probably from not have that many experience with the opposite gender.

"But what about your friends?" she asked.

"They'll be fine. I'm sure they can take care of themselves. Please?"

"Alright, sure." She finally agreed.

"Let's get something to drink first, shall we?" I began to lead the way through the slots to the beverage station as she followed behind. Quickly, I turned around to her and said, "I didn't know you could keep you hair straight with a curler."

She blushed, being caught in the act of her lie.

"Ally, I am only joking with you." I laughed softly at her.

She smiled without saying anything else.

After getting our drinks, Ally with a Pepsi and me with a Sierra Mist, we walked around the casino, going from slot to slot until Ally stopped stopped at a slot with a Greek goddess.

I reached for my wallet, took out one Benjamin Henry, and put it into the machine. I motioned for Ally to sit down and play, but she wouldn't take my offer.

"No, I can't. It's your money. It's only fair if you play it," she denied. Ally was one of those prideful people who didn't like to use other's hard-earned money. Her parents taught her well.

But my parents taught me never take 'no" as an answer in order to get what I want in the end. "I don't like to gamble with chance. If you must know, I'm a sore loser."

A grin appeared at her lips.

"Come on now." I placed my hands on her delicate shoulders and gently push her onto the leather chair.

Ally quickly glanced at me like this was wrong. Her fingers hovered over the buttons, unsure of what to do in her situation. To help her, I leaned down near her right shoulder. My gaze turned to her briefly for a second before resting my hand over her soft one. She slightly flinched from my touch, and I felt it too.

She was trying to hide behind her plain appearance, but it wasn't hard for me to figure out the way she feels when I was close to her.

I pressed the button to the maximum bet, and she looked even more surprised. The hundred dollar bill was half gone in the next two minutes.

"Shall we go find another luckier machine?" I suggested, and she nodded.

For the next half hour of going through more slots, her bubble seemed to be breaking down. We spoke more and laughed together more.

"I don't think anyone has any chance of winning here,' I said, after having gambled the fifth Benjamin to zero in our tenth slot.

"I guess luck wasn't on our side tonight," I suggested. "Ally shook her head as she agreed with me. "But if you must know, there's a higher chance of us getting together than one of us winning big here."

Her smile was wiped of her face after hearing my words, and she stared at me for being so blunt toward her. She really wasn't use to men being this way for her, I thought. Still in shock, Ally didn't say anything back to me.

"I apologize for saying that. My lips are working faster than my mind. I apologize again," I recovered myself. "Would you like to go to the Winners' Lounge with me?"

"I don't know. It's getting pretty late and my friends might be wondering where I am."

"Right."

"But I guess ... one more thing wouldn't hurt."

That was the attitude I needed from her.

I led the way to the lounge and found open seats at the front near the DJ and dance floor. She sat down on the stool, her hands intertwined together on the table as she watched the crowd. I stared at her on how hard she was playing coy, but she avoided my gaze.

Frank Sinatra's song "Always" was played by the DJ.

"Would you like to dance?" I asked her, trying to get out of her comfort zone again.

"No, I'm not really good at dancing."

"Then I'll teach you."

I grabbed her hand before she could move it off the table and pulled her to the middle of the dance floor with the other couples. Carefully placing my hands at her waist, I pulled her to me, closing in the distance between us to just a few inches for her to breathe. I saw how nervous she was this very minute. I took her left hand in my right as she slowly peered up at me.

"That wasn't too hard, was it?" I grinned faintly.

Ally shook her head.

"Now place your right hand on my arm," I urged her, and she carefully placed her hand along the corner of my shoulder to my arm. "And now we move to the rhythm of the music ... like this."

I pulled her along with me on the dance floor, and she fell slowly to the feel of this beautiful song. We danced for a few more songs after I was able to persuade her to stay longer with me, and this time, she didn't object at all.

She was easier than I thought.

Midnight arrived when we walked back to her hotel room.

"I had fun tonight," she murmured when we stopped in front of her door. "Thank you."

"My pleasure. I enjoyed it as well."

Ally and I stared in silence at one another for a long moment. I waited for her to say something, anything telling me that she wanted to see me again and for us to keep in touch, but nothing came from her lips. I knew she had to feel something for me from the times we were together today.

And so I waited patiently.

"Well, I should go in now," she finally said.

It was somewhat disheartening to hear those words. I didn't like to be rejected, especially by a woman of her status.

I wasn't going to take no for an answer.

Her fingers searched for her card key in her brown clutch. When she found the card, she inserted it into the key slot. As she twisted the doorknob to get in, I gingerly placed my hand on her arm, stopping her from entering the room.

I watched as Ally looked down at my hand holding her from going in, and then her eyes met mine.

"May I see you tomorrow for a while?" I asked.

"My friends and I are leaving tomorrow for Seattle to catch our flight."

"When's your flight? I'm only asking because we're leaving tomorrow, too."

"Seven at night."

"How about we meet in the morning, say eleven? I have a meeting at eight so I'll meet you there."

"Okay, that should give us enough time to travel. We're touring downtown Mount Vernon before leaving. Did you want to meet up at the river walk by the bridge?"

"That sounds perfect." I smiled victoriously. "Promise me you'll show up."

I lifted my hand up to her with my pinky out, something I seen done in those romantic movies. She appeared surprised at first, but then held out her right pinky and secured it gently around mine.

"I promise," she said.

"Very good. I'll see you tomorrow then. Good night, Ally. Sweet dreams."

"Good night, Henry."

......

The next morning after my meeting with the executive team finished at nine, I drove up to Mount Vernon.

I reached the bridge Ally was referring to last night and parked the Audi on the side of the street with a good view.

Ten minutes before our meeting time, I saw her heading down the sidewalk. I watched her from the car, waiting to see how long she would wait for me. She walked back and forth, looking left and right among the tourists in search of me.

It was quite a fun sight to see.

After observing her for half an hour, it was time to drive back to Seattle to catch my flight to Tokyo.

I turned the engine on to the Audi and drove past unbeknownst to her. My eyes concentrated on her small figure in the rear view mirror as I drove further away.

Too bad for Ally, but unfortunately I had no desire of meeting with her today. I didn't promise her that I would come for sure.

But even if I had, promises were made to be broken, and lies were meant to be kept.

My only intention today was to play with her heart, to see if she would keep her promise, and based on what I found out, everything was going according to the plan.

Alexandria ...

I will make you mine.