S.O.A: Introducing Oscar Mendez

(introducing that other S.O.A! background character. the infamous Oscar Mendez. Since he won't appear in the story before a long long LONG time but I wanted to give him a try)

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He called 911 and they took Asma to the hospital. He called 911. He did the right thing.He fixed everything. Oscar's hazel eyes were shifting from left to right as he stroked his neck and ran his hand over his face. He did the right thing, he would go and see Asma after the doctors took care of her. It wasn't his fault, after all, she wanted to leave him. She wanted to become an astronaut and she would have succeeded if he didn't intervene. So, they argued and his mind slipped. His fists talked and she ended up on the bottom floor, her leg twisted beyond recognition, her dream gone.

He believed she would recover fast, well he hoped for it. for her recovery. A fast shower to clean himself up, long sleeves to cover his bruised knuckles up and he went to the hospital. They made him wait for a while. His leg kept shaking as he came to the realization that he might have killed her for good. Panic started to overwhelm him and he genuinely worried about her. She was the only one to keep him sane, the only one to make him feel worthy of being loved. He wouldn't want her to die. How could he survive?

The doctor finally allowed him to visit his fiancé. She stiffened and leaned against the wall as he came closer. Her eyes were wide open and her lips were tightly closed. Oscar scratched the back of his head and froze.

"Asma..."

"Did you come here to see your work?" She looked away and bit her bottom lip.

"Asma, Kitten, I didn't want to do that." He stepped forward but she shook her head and hissed at the pain she felt. in her ribcage. "Come on, I just.. I came to see you."

"You've seen enough." She said, shaking at the sight of him. He was so tall and so broad and while she tried to remain strong in front of him, the brunette was terrified. "Please... go away."

"You can't throw me away like that. I'm your fiancé!" He growled, making her chew on her bottom lip and shifty look with him. Her chestnut orbs finally stared at the window. She couldn't stand him near her and goosebumps covered her arms as he went walked in circles.

"Are you? Are you Oscar? You've ruined my life! my dream is gone! I can't go to space anymore! I can't become an astronaut. I can't....I can't.. my leg is.." -she was starting to hyperventilate and fanned herself as tears rolled down her cheeks. Oscar's heart sunk and he genuinely wanted to comfort her but she shook her head.

"You wanted to leave! You wanted to leave /me/! WHY did you want to break my heart, amor! You know how important you are to me. You know how much I love you. I couldn't accept you to leave me."

"You could have been proud of me Oscar! we could have been so much more. you crippled me! You did this! YOU!" She was still hyperventilating and she tried to keep her composure but he wouldn't stop and she knew that. His genuine concern turned into anger the minute she threw his responsibility in his face and he furrowed his brows.

"You would have left me. Don't lie." His voice was menacing and Asma froze again, as he came closer and sat on the bed next to her. "I couldn't let it happen. You know how you are when you're passionate, you don't always think through. You didn't think through this time. you were going to make a mistake and we could have avoided it if you stuck to the plan."

He cupped her cheek and started to stroke it softly. Asma stared at him, internally screaming. He was still angry, she could tell, the hair on her arms was electric. Asma remained silent so he insisted. "Will you stick to the plan now? Be a good girl and do as I say?" Her fingers were clenched onto the sheet and she closed her eyes, crying silently.

"Will you stick to the plan now?" She didn't reply, she kept weeping and held her sheets tighter, which had him growl louder. "WILL YOU?" She quickly nodded and wiped her tears off of her face. Satisfied Oscar kissed her forehead and patted her cheek "I will see you tomorrow and when you're discharged I'll pick you up since you wouldn't be able to walk."

"Okay..." She whispered, looking away once again as he stood up and left the bedroom.

He was angry and confused. She refused to believe that he beat her up because he wasn't right in his mind, he was a selfish sadistic son of a bitch yet she had known him for so long and he used to be a good lad. So, it probably would pass. He wouldn't be this abusive. She had to believe in him otherwise her world would be shattered, wouldn't it? There had to be a reason...

There had to be.

SOA: the queen and the king and a coffee deal

SOA: the Queen and the King and a coffee deal.

A/N: first time Asma actually saw (from afar) Jax and Jessica and judged them with a prejudiced mind before getting to know them for real She will also meet for the second time, Elias. All but Asma and Elias Tobbins belong to me. Jessica Darling belongs to her owner, my friend. 

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Asma opened her car trunk to throw her supplies from the grocery stores in when she heard the noise of an engine is turned off and heard a couple teasing each other. Curious, the pink haired tattoo artist lifts her head, fast enough to watch him wrap his hand around the woman's waist and pull her into a searing kiss. Asma wasn't much of a peeping tom but they were slightly pissed at each other and it caught her attention. He was tall, blonde and was wearing a jacket she's been around ever since she settled in. He was handsome but she could only see the gang sign on the back of his jacket and for her, it was enough to classify him as a thug she refused to deal with in the future. Thugs were troubles, they were "dangerous". Her brother should have known better.

He entered the business, messed up and ended up killed. Problem was, most of these gang members loved tattoos and were about 99% of her clients. So she tolerated them as long as they didn't take their shitty business to her. An honest life was more valuable than all the riches a life of crime could give you and she really wanted to stick to that. She heard of the gang the Sons, they were most of her clients and if she had asked around, she would have known that it was Jax Teller who actually parked a few miles away from her and maybe she would have acted differently if she got to know more about him. But right there, Pretty Rapunzel was to be avoided as much as she could. The Sons? They weren't child's play. She heard so many stories from local thugs or drunk Crow Eaters that she really didn't want to mess up with them and he looked like he could kill her in a blink of an eye so she looked away. To the woman being with him.

She was gorgeous, from where Asma stood. She had nice long black hair and a curvy yet slender silhouette. Asma spotted one or two tattoos when she lifted her arm to run a hand through her hair but she equally looked pissed off. Was she a crow-eater? Weren't they all croweaters after all? What good was there to slut your way up to the top dogs of the mafia business?? Asma didn't know, she wanted to judge these women and feel better about herself for at least, not being a slut for criminals and at times she did, but tonight she didn't feel like it. What more could she be if not just an honest person? Did it make her life better ? Objectively it didn't. Her life was shit, she was a lonely drunkard in a neighborhood that hated her black ass. Or so she thought. She was running away from an unpredictable abusive man and since then, had sheltered herself away from people. Was it better? At least these girls fucked fell in love, got married. At least they still had a life. Asma furrowed her brows and groaned. They just were a couple of thugs, people she needed to avoid, people she should belittle because they were living a life of crime....to feel better about herself.

Her trail of thoughts was derailed when a familiar presence took her attention away. Standing a few inches from her was Elias who welcomed her with a smile. She blinked and ran her hand through her pink locks and tried to give him a smile back. It was the first time she saw him since they met and she couldn't explain what he made her feel. Her heart was beating faster and she looked at him with an intense gaze.

« I'm sorry, I didn't want to scare you, princess. »

« I'm not scared. I'm surprised. » She replied while tugging some hair behind her ear. The couple vanished so she could focus on Elias. « What are you still doing here? I thought you were gone? »

« Not really. I err, I thought I could stay a couple of weeks around. You know, just to see a couple of old friends and all. »

« Old friends? So you're from Charming then? » She asked while closing her car trunk and leaning against her car. He gave her a sheepish smile and simply replied.

« My late wife was. I spend a few years here before I met her.I just thought it was about time to come back to our house. »

« …......Oh, Snap! I mean, I-I'm sorry about your loss. I just.. I didn't... I know how you feel. I lost my father a while ago.. and now my brother. » She spontaneously said before biting her bottom lip. « I'm sorry, it's not about me. » He'd lost his wife. It blew her mind and she didn't know what to expect from this moment. From him. He had a late wife and as much as she wanted to put this information aside, it simply didn't leave her mind.

« It's okay princess, relax. I noticed you were around and since I'm around, I thought we could grab a coffee someday soon? » He asked with a hint of hope in his voice. He gently stared at her, she was cute with her pink hair, even cuter with her unsure gaze and her shaking hands.

« A.. coffee ?.. sounds...okay. I can agree to that. A coffee then. What about tomorrow afternoon? I don't work tomorrow. » She quickly added with a sheepish smile on her lips. He returned the smile and nodded.

« Well, I guess I wouldn't work either. Tomorrow at 1 pm? » He said as his hands disappeared into his jacket. She nodded and smiled at him once more. Her heart was almost breaking her ribcage as they were speaking, which didn't put her at ease at all and she scratched the back of her neck before she waved at him and quickly went behind the wheel. Chuckling he quietly walked towards the driver's place and bent slightly forward.

« Don't freak out princess. It's really just going to be some coffee grabbin'. »

« I'm not scared. » She groaned before tilting her head to the side. «See you tomorrow. » She said while driving away from him.

She chickened out and it was so funny to see. Elias noticed she wasn't very good at letting people in and he knew that he would have a bit of fun trying to make her feel more at ease with him around. Elias grinned and quietly walked into the grocery store.

S.O.A: Enter Elias Tobbins

A/N just explaining a little bit of my OC :)  All the rest but Elias Tobbins and Asma Jensen belong to their respective owners

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Elias « Scar » Tobbins stared at the broken bike in front of him with an empty gaze. He still had the spanner in his hand but it was useless. The man wasn't a mechanic and you'd think that after all these years owning a Harley he'd known how to fix it, but this time the damage was beyond his skills. Luckily for him, he was only a few miles away from the next small town: Charming, so he decided to walk his bike over there and see if they could fix it. He could still play in his mind the day he learned about the terrible fate of his family. How his sister-in-law, Carol Thompson discovered the mutilated bodies of her sister and her niece. Both suffered from the hands of the Nordics, a white supremacist gang that couldn't accept in the very least that his wife was a bi-racial saleswoman who made a fortune and came back to her hometown in order to raise her child there. T

hey threatened her, tried to make her leave, called her names and then became more and more violent. If only she left when they asked her to, maybe she would still be alive today. Elias was blaming himself for not having been able to know something was going on. He knew his wife, he knew when she was holding back from him and yet he decided to let her do as she pleased. They only had a couple of weeks left before he could join his family, some business in Chicago was holding him back. Some business. How meaningless it became to him. He slowly went down the gutter, underperforming to the point he lost his job, falling into alcohol and becoming a drunkard, spending days and night asking himself what he did wrong and how he could have saved his family from such gruesome murders. How could a man like him overcome such drama?

He lost his will to live and sunk so deep into depression that he tried to take his own life. The cold metal of the gun against his mouth gave him an epiphany. He needed to avenge his family. He needed to find and kill the people who killed his loved ones. Elias entered the city. He's been to Charming in the past, some ten years ago and he met his wife there. The place didn't change. There still was that restaurant he took Marianne to in order to propose to her. There still was their favorite shop where they had « organic food » she loved so much. He paused for a while as he noticed a new shop, a tattoo one where « get out Nigger » was tagged in red and a singular pink haired woman was painting over it. She paused for a while, grabbed her bottle of Jack and gulped it down before he interrupted her with his gruff voice.

« Excuse me. I kinda broke my bike and I need to fix it. » -She tilted her head to the side and curbed a brow at him.-

« Don't I look busy right now? » -She spat at him before taking another sip of her beverage. -

« I can see that. Listen, I can help you get it done faster if you tell me where I can have my bike fixed. »

«....Sounds fair. I'll save you the troubles There's the Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair nearby.Just pick up this street, turn to the left and then the right. Follow the road for a couple of blocks and then you'll have your Automotive repair. » She then leaned against her front door and crossed her arms over her chest. Their eyes met and for a brief moment, Elias gave her a faint smirk.

« They're kinda making it hard for you as I see. » To which she replied with a slight shrug.

« Nothing I ain't used to. I don't care really. »She sounded like his dead wife.

Elias furrowed his brow for a while, concerned for a brief moment about the safety of this woman but then he reminded himself that if he was back in this town it was to seek revenge.

« Be careful with these people. I heard they were kinda mean out there. » He said walking closer to her.

Asma swallowed hard but kept staring at this complete stranger with a questioning look.He didn't seem to be scared and he looked familiar with the place. She lifted a brow.

« Nothing I haven't seen before. Excuse me, what are you doing? » She said as he outstretched his hand to grab the brush she still had in her hand.

« Keeping my word to you. I said I'd help you go faster with the painting over. »

« I don't need it. » She said, looking up to that huge and broad man before her. He kept moving his hand towards her and in a stupid moment of panic, she dropped her bottle of Jack. When he bent over to start grabbing the shards she shook her head and hands. « Don't! Don't please. It's my mess. I'm gonna clean it. I don't. You don't have to help me paint over that crap. I can do it on my own. Thanks. » She looked at him, uncomfortable to have him this close to her. Elias stepped backward and gave her a sheepish grin.

« Okay, pretty lady. I won't insist. I'll give it back to you someday though. »

« Ah... You sound like I'm going to see you a lot more. » « It might just be that. » He replied as he walked back to his bike. Asma nervously clenched and unclenched her fists until she finally braced herself enough to speak to him.

« Err.... Just in case I might want you to.. keep your word, who should I call? » She said, allowing herself to give him a sheepish smile. He stared at her beautiful face and chuckled lightly.

« A guy named Elias. Elias Tobbins. What about you princess? »

« Don't princess me! The name's Asma. Asma Jensen. » She said, feeling her cheeks burn as obviously he was making her blush for no reason at all. Elias grinned and waved at her with one hand as he took off.

« Well, Be careful out there Miss Jensen. You never know what might come your way. » And he left.

As he walked he had to remind himself that no matter how sweet and maybe naive this woman was, his mind was set on his revenge. His plan was perfect. He could stay in the murder house, their house and from where would begin to investigate. Hopefully, he'd find out the leader and the members of the Nordics. He heard they weren't active anymore but a cockroach would never leave its nasty nest and they would never leave Charming. They might be reformed, they still were a threat he was hell-bent on destroying. The brunet's bloodthirst was torturing him but once he would get his hands on smuggled guns and do a « Punisher » on these guys. As he walked he realized that the pink hottie didn't lie to him and finally found his way to the Teller-Morrow joint. He entered the place and cleared his voice.

« Anybody's here? I'd need a little fixin'. »

He came prepared with a bag full of cash he was able to save during his years spent in a hell hole. Enough to handle the year to come, buy guns, booze, and maybe company. He grabbed the bag and secured his gun on his back. A simple Glock was the gun he registered but Elias knew he'd need better and bigger firearms if he wanted to win this war.

S.o.A: can I dream again?

I grew up with wings on my back,

Dreams I wanted to fulfill.

I grew up in a house filled with love until little by little it broke into pieces.

From a father who died at war to a mother who's only an empty shell

From a loving brother who became part of a gang and now is dead.

Can I dream again?

Oscar Mendez was a broken promise,

A devil in disguise who took so much from me.

He broke my bones, he broke my mind and took my dreams away

He terrorized me for so many years until finally I braced myself and escaped

Running, running, running away from his deceptive grip

I found myself a safe place

Cody found me and soon after him Oscar was here.

What choice did I have than to run away again? this time with my brother?

He took me to Charming, we've been careful right? Oscar can't find us.

No.. can't find me. I warned Cody that he would bite a bullet

And a bullet he bit for messing around with kingpins and gangs.A shame

A shame indeed.

So I drink and I work. I work and I drink. I don't know much about Charming

I heard of Hoes and gangs and all of their shit. Well.. I don't care

I don't want to be involved, I know all too well how it ends.

I don't want to be involved because I would end up dead. Ah! Dead.

Am I not already? Am I?

No.. not really.

I want to start over, I need to move on

Charming for what I heard isn't too harsh on the price. Yes, the price.

The one you pay for happiness. A little bit of this and a little bit of that

A possible good life for those who play by the rules, the honest ones.

I don't want to end up dead in some dark alley like my brother.

I don't want Oscar to find me. I Don't want to die.

Either by his abusive hand, either by mine.

So what do I want?

I want to live! Is it too much to ask?

S.o.A; reclaiming

S.O.A: reclaiming

A/N: My tragic lovers. He claimed her once more because he knows he can't live without her and she let him, knowing full well that it would be the death of her but she can't live without him either. Wait until she discovers the secret he's hiding from her. Wait until he discovers the secret she's been hiding from him.

Everything but the locations, the licensed characters  and the lore belong to me (Elias Tobbins, Asma Jensen, their families and their own properties) 

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« I can't really get you out of my head, princess. » He said with a defeated tone.

He really couldn't. He tried to reject her, for both of their sakes. He was hell-bent on revenge and she was way too damaged and secretive about her past. How could this work? How could they work? She still didn't know he was a criminal and had blood on his hands and he knew how much she'd be disappointed if she ever knew the truth. He couldn't make her his old lady and he couldn't even tell her anything about the SONS or his criminal activities. And yet, he couldn't get over her. Her scent, her laughter, her loving gaze or even her moans.

New year Eve sucked for him and he couldn't even admit it. He spent both Christmas and the New Year talking to the graves of his late wife and child. He would be there, talking about his plan, blaming himself for not having been able to save them, and also about how guilty he felt about flirting and occasionally fucking a stranger. He got drunk and ended up wasted at home with canned food to keep up with his drinking. Hers wasn't better. She did drink a lot, passed out from it and barely ate. He rejected her and she couldn't bring herself to hating him or getting him out of her head.

They both woke up with a severe headache and decided to go to their favorite joint in town in order to grab some coffee and enjoy some of the City's afterglow and accidentally bumped into each other. At first, a fake smile graced her features, as an automatic gesture so he wouldn't be bothered by her but he knew when she was telling a lie and this prompted him to actually talk to her and even offer to share a few minutes drinking their coffee instead of drinking it alone. A joke here, another one there and she ended up looking at him with a more sincere gaze. One that let him know how much she loved to be by his side and how much she wanted to run away from him and her own feelings. At some point, she emptied her cup and left the place but he chased after her and grabbed her hand. The tattoo artist's first reaction was to push his hand away and groan a painful « No ! » but he held tighter and dared her to look into his eyes. She first refused but then she perceived the need in his tone. He needed her attention! He needed to talk to her, he needed her and it made her look at him but she was still stiff. When he finally said the words that had been burning his chest for so long, her eyes grew wide and she ponders for a while the very sentence he just said.

« Why do you torture me, Elias? » She finally said with a broken voice before chewing at her bottom lip. « Why would you say something like that? » -He stroked her cheek and shrugged.-

« I don't know....It's driving me crazy to be so far away from you. All I could think about was you. I need you in my life. »

The need wasn't what she actually wanted. She didn't want to be needed, she wanted to be loved. She wanted to be appreciated. Yes, he might have been obsessed with her, she could tell by the way he was staring at her, but it wasn't loved, there was no love in his gaze. He needed her, for sure. He wanted her but she was craving his love and she knew she would not get it straight away. It sent a shiver down her spine and she moistened her lips. He cupped her chin and pulled her against his broader frame. It made her groan softly but then he crashed his lips against hers. Her hands slowly went up to his neck she held in a tender gesture that contrasted with the eagerness of the kiss. She gently pulled away from him and sighed.

« I guess that you needing me is all I can afford for now. » She said with a resigned look on her face.

It couldn't have gone any different and she knew that he cared for her. It maybe was the only shot at happiness that would happen to both of them and maybe, if she allowed herself to fall in love with him, he might return her feelings. It all sounded foolish and childish but what wouldn't a woman do for a little bit of hope? He cupped her cheek again, his heart beating at a fast pace as he couldn't have enough of her taste and he planted another kiss on her lips, this time slower, more patient as he wanted to relish in her taste and scent. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss.

What wouldn't you do for a little bit of hope?

S.O.A: rejection

S.o.A: Rejection :

A/N: Trying my hand at Elias x Asma relationship, my tragic lovers. Both are damaged in their own way and both are fatally attracted to one another but when their relationship is taking a different turn, both have to make a choice. Asma made hers and confronted him with her feelings but he chose a different path. They care a lot about one another and maybe at some point both would want the same thing and even have it, but it's not going to last.

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His large hand grabbed her neck and his thumb stroked her soft cheek. His face was stern and tensed for he knew he would have to take a tough decision. Life was throwing lemons at him, once more. He was on a revenge trip but meeting Asma almost jeopardized it. She was damaged yes, he cared for her yes, but he couldn't give up on his goal for her pretty eyes. Those hazel eyes were giving him a worried look, one that was almost anticipating his upcoming words. She fell for him, he knew that. The way she spoke to him, the way she flirted with him and even her attempts at sobering up gave it away. After a couple of months spent in Charming, Asma finally gathered some courage and decided to tell him how she felt about him. « I think I'm falling for you. » It was thrown at him like a brick and the only response Elias could come up with was holding her neck and stroking her cheek.

Did he want to give into her feelings ? Give it a try? His blue eyes were gleaming with intensity as he was thinking of a decent reply. A solid minute passed and Asma realized that he might not share her feelings at all. After all, he'd just told her that he was a widow and lost a child to a gruesome murder. What did she expect? How foolish was that? He could feel her tense against him, he could see hope leave those pretty eyes as she was now expecting him to reject her. Elias remained silent, only a little more as he was still processing the situation in his mind. He liked her yes. He liked her but he wasn't in love with her. How could he? For about a year his heart was bleeding out because he lost the love of his life and his child. How could he open his heart again? How could he love again? And Asma... Asma was a lovely girl, but a damaged one. He didn't know everything but he was aware of an Oscar that kept haunting her dreams. He could see on her body, despite her tattoos, the harm that was done to her and yes he wanted to protect her. He wanted her to be safe, he needed her to be alright, stop drinking so much eventually and just enjoy her life. But he wasn't the best suited for that. He was way too dark for her and at best they would consume each other and destroy each other.

« You are so silent. » Asma finally told him. Her hazel eyes slowly getting filled with unshed tears. It made his heart sink for he knew she understood.

« I know. » He started with, his voice more guttural than usual. « I'm sorry about that. »

« I see » she sighed and tried to give him a smile but it failed. « Let's just say what you have to say. »

« You can't say that. I'm not the stranger who walked his bike into the town looking for a quick fixin' and you're not the girl who painted over racial slurs on her front door. » It made her chuckle.

« What are we then? » She put her hand on his chest and felt how tensed he actually was.

« I don't know... friends to say the very least. » He said, looking at her with an apologetic face.

« Friends.... » She repeated it, more to herself than to him. « I don't know if I want to be your friend Elias. » She said with a broken voice. « It's not...I don't know if I can do that. » She whispered before a shiver went down her spine and she slowly pulled away from him.

« Asma. We're adults. We can make it work. » She kept her fake smile on her lips, which disturbed him more than he thought it would. Why wasn't she screaming? Why wasn't she kicking a chair or something? He hated it when she swallowed her feelings and pretended to be fine, mostly because he could see she wasn't. « Talk to me, babe. »

« What is there for me to say? I am the one hanging on a reply from you. I said I thought I was falling for you and you just stayed there, stroking my cheek and staring at me. You want to be an adult? Then say NO to my face! Say No and get it done. Say NO! » She was shaking and shook her head at her own small outburst. Her smile vanished and she was just left there staring at him with her hands on her waist.

« ….......................... » She figured it out. Well, she was smart, she would have. Elias stroked the back of his neck and then looked away but she taunted him.

« What is taking you so long Elias? I saw you beat the crap out of a man in a bar fight! You didn't think twice before you hit him so why are you taking so long to hit me too? »

« I don't want to hurt you! Do you think this is easy for me? I don't want to come off as an asshole! I don't want you to think that I fucked you because I could and I don't give a crap! I give a damn crap about you! I care. »

« You don't. » She sneered. « If you did, you'd tell me you don't feel the same way. You'd tell me you don't want more than what we have. That you'd be around for shit and giggles and occasionally fuck me. That you can't get past your wife and child deaths, that you are still in love with her or that maybe I'm not your type and you can't fall in love with a girl like me! ANYTHING !!! you can tell me ANYTHING! I can take a blow. I can take many in case you didn't know! So go ahead! Give me your best shot! »

«Asma? What the fuck are you doing? »

« Saving ourselves some troubles.Don't leave me hanging. I need to hear it from you. » She said, scratching her arm and stomping on the floor. « Don't leave me hanging, just get it done. »

« You're looking for reasons to drink again. » He came up with it, mostly because he couldn't bring himself to be the reason for her drinking habit. He could see how hard she was trying to keep some composure and he realized that he hated to see her like this but she had a point.

« No. Not this time. I need to understand why you don't feel the same for me. Why you're able to make love to me as if I was the most important person on Earth one day, and reject my feelings the other day. I want to understand why you don't want to be with me. I need you to help me I need... I need... I fucking need you to answer to me so do it already! » She said looking away.

Each of her words hurt Elias but he couldn't just know why. He was well aware that by acting the way he did, he was jeopardizing a possible future for him, a reason to move on. He was turning his back on her and on happiness and maybe a part of him was mourning the future he would never have. He owed her a reply but he couldn't talk about his revenge, nor the SONS. He couldn't involve her in his crap and she made some solid points. He was still in love with his dead wife and couldn't let go of them. He just couldn't.

«Fine. Fine. Look, princess, I can't be with you. Not now, not later. I can never be with you because I will always be in love with my dead wife. She was the love of my life, she will always be. I care about you, I care very much about you and I want you to be safe and happy but you and I.. it's not a winning team. » He said with a convincing tone. It didn't require too many efforts since it actually wasn't a lie except that he could have been falling for her if he allowed himself to. He would have made a move on her if he wasn't looking for revenge. He would have given them a shot. But he didn't.

« Thank you. » Asma replied as she quietly took a deep breath. « Now that everything is settled, there's no need for us to mention it again. You don't love me, I do love you, I shall just deal with it. Now that's what I call being clear. Now we can go on our merry ways. » She turned on her heels. « You're still welcome if you want a tat or something. You're still welcome if you want to have a drink with me. It's not like I'd stop talking to you just because you don't want me. » Her voice was shaking and her throat was strangled so he knew she was about to run away.

« Sure thing. We'd do that. You're still welcome here. » He said quickly so she could leave and she did. She walked downstairs and exited his house so fast that he saw her silhouette from the window. His guts were upset and he took a moment to sit on the bed and contemplate what had just happened and what lied in the future for him. He chose revenge and he was going to complete his mission but he knew he hurt her and the mere thought was also hurting him.

Asma ran, she quickly went back to her home and closed the door behind her. She started to sob and slowly slide to the ground where she held her head between her hands. Being rejected by Elias hut her more than she believed it would. Tears were rolling down her cheeks for she was unable to stop them.It hurt but she expected it to happen anyway. He lost a wife. He lost a child. How was she going to compete against it? He cared for her, she knew that. If he didn't, he wouldn't try to temper her drinking habit, he wouldn't even make love to her, he wouldn't be so sweet and fun and pleasant with her. He wouldn't be like that. He cared. He cared.....

But why did it hurt that much then ?

Why ?

Stupid heart.