When Love Hurts

She sat by the window, gazing into the woods. Her mind focused on nothing in particular. Many questions flooded her mind. How did she get here? What was she to do now? Why was life treating her so? Why does love hurt so much? She journeyed in her mind to when it all started. She was on her way to the city centre running errands for her mom when a nice looking dark-skinned suave young man pulled up by her side. He asked her where she was headed, and by her training, talking to strangers was out of it. She thanked him and assured him she did not require his help. An hour passed, and she was still waiting for a cab. He pulled up again, and even though she was becoming irritated, she had to listen to him. He told her he would not bite, just wanted to help. She needed help, and her attempt had yielded no result, and her stronghold was weakening. She tried to be nice but wondered if he was jobless or stalking her? He was soft-spoken, "I just want to help you, please trust me, I do not bite. I am free today, and if I chose to help a fellow human being, how is that a crime?' he asked. Her resolve, weakened, she remembered she had tons of work to do. She told him where she was headed, and he did not mind taking her. She hopped in, and they started off to her destination. "Hi, I am Tunde. I work offshore, and I just could not help but notice you this morning." "My name is Helen," she replied. Her heart was wondering if she had not stepped into trouble.