Man who Can't be Moved.

His brown eyes scanned the area, in hopes of seeing her again. But with all of his hope, he knew that she would never return to this scene.

He picked up his phone and glanced at the time. “11:46”. A sigh of desperation and regret flowed out of his mouth, and he turned his head to the left in hopes of seeing her. Stop trying to look for her, you daft twit! He thought to himself.

Luckily, his hope soared when he heard footsteps walking down his path. “Hey there,” he heard a soft voice speak. The silence that surrounded him was unbearable, and to hear a small greeting made his heart soar.

“Ann-Marie, I—“

“My name is not Ann-Marie. I’m Marisa.”

The words drove through his heart like a Vampire Hunter driving a wooden stake though his enemy’s chest. His usually glimmering brown eyes were dark, and brimmed with tears. It has been too long since he has seen her, and it has been far too long since he last held her.

“My apologizes…I’ve just been waiting for a friend, and I…” The large hands that were covered in dirt and now becoming wet with what was falling from him lifted his hood, and covered dark shaggy hair that screamed he was a mess.

She looked on at this sad piece of man, and stepped closer to him. “I know you’ve been waiting for this…Ann-Marie. I live nearby, and I’ve seen you sitting here for the past couple weeks.”

No words but a slight sniffle were his reply to her. Marisa continued on, even if the words that dripped from her mouth were bullets that shot through him. “I wanted to ask if you would like some company…for she does not seem to be returning.”

“NO. She could be on her way!” He soon felt like he was acting like an idiot in front of someone who seemed to care, especially since he never spoke of feelings. Even with his beloved. “I…should go.” He stood up quickly, and rushed off to the nearby parking lot of where his car was parked.

She sighed in response, and knew she would not chase him down. Her light green eyes glanced down to the park bench were he was sitting, and saw a small black object there. Her light feet soon grew a mind of their own because before she knew it, those sparkling eyes of curiosity was staring down the face of a Driver’s License.

His name slipped off her tongue like honey.

“Shepard…”