As Samuel hung up the phone, he felt the tears coming, and rolling down his cheeks. He needed Annabelle, she was his life. She was meant for him. He never thought she would be threatened like this. As he waited for the next phone call, he recalled every moment of there lives together.
The first time Samuel seen Annabelle was at a park. She was eighteen and he was nineteen. He was walking by and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She had long, flowing curly hair. She was wearing a purple pea coat. It was the beginning of winter. She was reading a book on the bench near the pond. Samuel watched Annabelle for the longest time. He promised himself he wouldn't leave until he talked to her.
He admired her soft, feminine features, and how she smiled as she watched the children play on the jungle gym. He thought his edgy, masculine features might no look too good next to her, but it was worth a shot.
After three hours of watching her, and memorizing everything about her, he walked over and introduced himself.
"Hello, I'm Samuel Alexander, I noticed you're alone."
"Hello, I'm Annabelle Williams, which took you three hours?"
He stood there, silent, a little embarrassed. He started to shuffle his feet when she smiled.
"Never mind, come sit, Samuel." Her comforting tone made the embarrassment go away.
As they sat at that park bench they talked about nothing and everything. The first time he heard her laugh, he was already thinking of the next joke to crack, to hear it again. It was the most beautiful sound he has ever heard. It was the only sound he wanted to hear.
They talked until it became dark outside. Samuel walked Annabelle home. The whole walk home he was on cloud nine. He still couldn't believe it was happening.
The very next day Samuel returned to the park. He knew he would see Annabelle at that same park bench near the pond. It was an unspoken understanding that she would be there waiting for him. As he walked up to her she looked up and smiled. He didn't think she could get anymore perfect, but she did. At that moment, he knew, he needed her.
As his mind returned to the present, the terror he forgot for that short while returned. The telephone started to ring; he rushed to pick it up.
"Hello?" He answered, sounding terrified.
"Samuel, have they called you back?"
"Not yet." He replied relieved.
"Okay, we have your phone wired, so we'll be ready."
Samuel hung up the phone. He glanced at the rose hanging in the frame above the fire place. The glance turned into a long stare. That rose was the rose he gave Annabelle on their first official date. The memories started rushing back.
After three straight weeks of meeting at the park, Samuel finally asked Annabelle to go to dinner.
"Are you busy Saturday?"
"Like tomorrow Saturday?"
"Yes, tomorrow Saturday." He smiled.
"Not at all."
"Would you like to go out to dinner?"
Annabelle paused for a moment, just to make him worry a little bit, for her personal enjoyment. She looked at him and smiled.
He smiled back, knowing his smile wouldn't mean half of what her smiled did.
Saturday morning Samuel woke up excited for the evening. He went through the whole day, not paying attention to anything but what time it was. It couldn't get to seven fast enough. Finally seven o'clock came. When he arrived at her house, his heart started beating faster.
When Annabelle opened the door, his heart stopped. She wore a little black dress. Anyone that wore that same little black dress would look average compared to her. Her hair was up and out of her face, he liked it that way. He was silent, admiring her, his favorite thing to do.
"Too much?" She questioned.
"No, not at all." He smiled.
With his comforting smile staring at her, she couldn't help but smile back. He pulled the rose out from behind his back, her smiled widened.
"Thank you." She said.
"It's the least I could do."
He grabbed her had and led her to the car. He opened her door and helped her in.
"Where are we off to?" She asked as her put her seatbelt on. He looked at her and smiled.
On the way to the restaurant he kept glancing at her, each time noticing something new. He noticed how her necklace matched her earrings, the way she stared out the window, and how she played with her fingers, weaving them in and out of one another. They finally arrived at the restaurant. He helped her out of the car. Her eyes went wide when she look at the sign.
"Demetrio's?" She questioned surprised.
"Yes." He said pleased with her reaction.
"How did you get reservations?"
"I've got connections." Laughing as he informed her.
She grabbed his hand, and they walked into the front door of Demetrio's. He watched her as she looked around amazed at the beautiful restaurant.
"I can't believe you went through all this trouble." She said still looking around.
"You're worth it." He replied.
His tone immediately caught her attention, and she stopped looking around and looked directly into his eyes. He couldn't look away. The date went by too fast. Before they knew it, the date was over. Samuel walked Annabelle to the door.
"I'm not ready to go home just yet."
"Really?" He questioned.
She grabbed his arm, almost pulling it out of the socket, and dragged him toward the side walk, passing his car.
"Uh, where are we going?" He wondered.
"You'll see it's my turn for a surprise!" She joked.
They arrived at a ice skating rink. She got two pairs of skates. She laughed as Samuel struggled to put them on his feet. He watched as she slid hers on her feet so perfectly. She helped him out on the ice. He kept fumbling and stumbling, she laughed as she helped him stay steady. He watched her graceful movements in the ice skates.
"You're not new at this, are you?" He said knowing the answer before she even replied.
"There is not much else to do in the winter, which involves outdoors." She replied.
They skated for hours. Samuel didn't get any better but he didn't mind making a fool of himself, every time he would fall or stumble, she would laugh. He loved hearing her laugh. There was only one point during that whole night where she lost her balance and grabbed Samuel for support but he fell too. They both laid on the ice looking up at the stars. He was watching her, watching the darkened sky. Snow started to fall, they didn't mind. They continued laying there taking in the moment.
It was four in the morning when they decided to go home. Samuel walked Annabelle to the door, once again.
"Thank you." She said showing her perfect smile.
"It was my pleasure." He began to lean in, she followed his lead. As their lips touched the feeling of her overwhelmed him. As he walked away, he kept turning around, reassuring himself what just happened was real.