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Chapter Nineteen

Waltz hadn't meant to yell out his frustrations towards Ambrosia, he hadn't meant to tell her he didn't care, he didn't mean to say he didn't have time for games even if there was some truth in his words.

He looked up at the building his car was parked across from, he could feel his heart sink. He hadn't seen Treasure in a few days, he hadn't seen her in a few months before that.

Waltz slowly stepped out of his car, as sorrow filled his heart he closed his car door before standing motionless as he tried to keep his thoughts away from the pain of heartbreak.

His green eyes caught sight of a woman he had loved with all his heart, Treasure.

He watched the sway of her walk, the red heels hit the pavement, the way her dress gave a slight bounce with each step, the way her black hair was pinned back into loose curls.

Waltz's heart begged for him to call out to her, begged out to apologise to her, begged out to ask her to take him back but his brain knew better, his brain knew better than to ask for the love of his life to come back.

He watched as she pushed open the door of the building, he watched as she disappeared inside.

Waltz took a deep breath before slowly exhaling, he slowly made his way inside.

He felt like a dog following the scent of his owner as he followed the scent he had grown accustomed to loving, he inhaled her perfume as he stood alone in the elevator, he let his nose lead the way as he followed the sweet scent down the halls.

Waltz brought himself to a stop as he noticed her sitting alone on a black chair.

Treasure lowered her gaze away from him, Waltz uncomfortably sat away from her.

His eyes scanned her, not an ounce of Treasure had changed. She was just as perfect as he remembered "Treasure?" His voice almost broke.

Treasure shook her head "You had your chance, and you know it." She let the words stab his heart with sharp daggers.

Waltz twisted his hands in his lap as he heavily dropped his gaze to his lap.

"Mr Miller." Spoke a young man in a suit.

"Müller" Waltz corrected; he had never gotten used to his German last name being twisted to Miller. 

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