Chapter 3: CHAPTER 3: Black Roses

Andrew's POV:

I stop at the flower shop on my way to Jess's apartment to buy her favorite flowers, which are the black roses.

I always feel weird when I am holding them, but she really likes them and that's all that matters.

Even though I know she doesn't like rose and flowers in general, but when she understood that I will keep bringing her bouquets of red or white roses she told me that she would prefer if I come with the black ones at least.

Because, Jessica is one of the people who have an obsession towards Black. I say this and I can't stress it enough, she really craves black in anything she wants.

Her closet is all stuffed with black clothes, and nothing of the other colours. Even her shoes and bags are all about black with all its different shades.

Sometimes it comes to my mind that I'm technically the only thing that's not actually black in her life, seriously. To be honest, I have no idea if this is a good thing or a bad thing, considering that she only loves black things.

Well, first of all I'm not a thing, I'm a human being and I have my own exceptional qualities, that's why she wants me and someone else.

She could have chosen another man but she chose me, so I guess this something good.

"I don't think that the girl you're going to give her those roses or any other girl would like them, sorry man" says the cashier. With an apologetic sad smile.

He's wrong. She is so far from being just a normal girl, who you can meet at a bar or at the grocery store. She's rare, just like those black roses; deep, dark, exciting and unique.

"The woman I love does", I say, with a grin on my face, knowing that I really got a precious unique woman.

I take the flowers from the counter; pay the bill and all of this with a stupid smile still on my face. However, I head in a hurry to my car, I know I am super late.

I should've been there 15 minutes ago, now she will be angry and in a bad mood. Actually she always seems like she's angry, even when I'm certain that she IS happy with me, of course.

I knock at the door and wait for her to open it, maybe with a smile and maybe with a neutral expressionless face which is the worst, yet it's basically her usual face.

Because I can't tell whether she's angry or whether she's just bored. I can't read her face at all and I can't see or feel any sort of emotions in her eyes.

It scares me sometimes the emptiness I see in her eyes. They are empty like glass, no emotions and no feelings.

It's like I'm looking straight into Bran Stark's empty eyes.

I only see the reflection of my own eyes in them, and somehow I had never been at peace with my own reflection, until I saw it in her eyes. I weirdly feel safe when I hold her gaze.

She doesn't answer; I don't know what took her so long. She must be waiting for me by now.

I knock again a little louder, thinking that she could be in the bathroom. She really spends so much time there, but she never let me join her though not even once.

Still no answer.

Now, I start to worry; I am waiting for her to answer the door for about 10 minutes.

The guy next door gets out of his apartment half asleep his eyes aren't wide open and bloodshot, obviously he's angry but I can't blame him I have been knocking on the door for a dozen minutes now.

He got a big body, like bigger than the average big men. His body is really heavily built and he's a junkie so I don't want to get into trouble with him.

"We're trying to sleep here buddy, what's your problem?"He says, with a deep voice and raising his thick eyebrows at me.

I bravely decide to ask if by any chance he heard something or saw Jess coming out of the house.

"I'm sorry but she's not answering me and I'm worried. I'm sorry to bother you but did you see her or have you heard anything unusual that I should be aware of?" I ask him politely, with an even tone.

I stand here in front of her door and wait for an answer, somehow the neighbor seems concerned.

"No. I didn't see her but I heard some disturbing voices, like a chattering sound or something like that, then a door clacked, I don't know what that was", he says. Shrugging his shoulders then he goes back inside and shut the door behind him.

The voice makes me jump a little; I didn't notice I was out of place, because honestly the idea of not knowing where she is and what happened to her inside the apartment is killing me. I feel helpless and lost.

Suddenly the fear thoughts loop around in my mind until there is no room for anything else. I should call her and see what happened and why she didn't wait for me, but the thing is if she did go somewhere without telling me, it obviously means that she doesn't want me to reach her so she won't answer the phone.

Maybe I should calm down and don't jump to conclusions, I will stay here and wait for her to come back. No, she is in trouble and I have to find her, otherwise she would think I'm abandoning her.

What if something has already happened to her while I am standing still here like a coward?

She always gets mad when I overreact, but if she needs me right now and I'm just doing nothing because I'm afraid of her reaction about that, when I really am supposed to be with her I will never forgive myself.

I will look for her and find her whatever it takes. I won't stop or rest until I make sure that she's safe in my arms.