Prologue

Living in the city was a wondrous thing. The culture was amazing, the entertainment was spot on, and, even the food was on point. As great as it might be, it is also difficult to keep up with. Living in the city was just something that she was reconsidering. It would be a great help if she moved back in with her parents, or even her older brother. But she wasn't going to bother them about that. She's always wanted a place of her own, and she got it. She was able to speak French, English, Mandarin, Cantonese, and Japanese,and graduated high school as a cheerleader. But she was stuck in this little hole with the love of her life, trying to make it through the days of almost no rest and work. Constant work.

Clenching the small papers in her hands, the brunette punched in numbers into her calculator. The bills were due soon and she didn't want to have to beg for an extra shift and only e able to pay half again. She wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, especially since the weather was warming up. Slamming the recipes onto the old desk, she rubbed her eyes and glanced at the clock. Laying her head down in her arms, she sighed and closed her eyes. She would have to wake up in five hours to get ready for the day. She didn't bother opening the couch sofa; it would wake her up and be a pain to put back together. Breathing in slowly, the brunette smacked her lips together and drifted off to the sounds of cars driving up and down the streets near her apartment building.

"It's time to get up." She called to the one bed room as she cooked eggs on the stove.

Pausing, she listened for any kind of movement.

Nothing.

Walking over to the room, she peeked in and saw her faced down, the covers sprawled about the bed along with a few pillows. Shaking her head, the brunette sat at the edge of the bed and grabbed her ankle. The response that came was a grunt and a kick; followed by a roll over onto her side and curiling up into a ball.

"Wakey-wakey~" she cooed as she shook her shoulders.

Another grunt.

"Guess I'm eating the tomato omelets all by myself then…"

Her head popped up from the pillow and big brown eyes blinked twice. A yawn escaped her lips as she slowly rolled to the edge of the bed and carefully climbed down from it, holding onto the arm of a stuffed kitty toy. Dragging it to the bathroom, she put up the toilet over and began to wake herself up.

The bus was on time, much to the brunette's delight. She was able to get her to school on time and was now heading to a small boutique where she worked part time. It was a simple job really; she cleaned up the scraps of fabric, cleaned the windows, organized the shoes and jewelry, and swept the shop. A very easy going job for the morning, which she was grateful for. She wasn't paid much; she didn't ask to be paid a lot. It was more of a favor that she was doing for a high school friend, but she was getting paid for it. Customers would come in and out of the little boutique, asking for custom applications, or to see the shoes, or to pick up and order that the owner was given the task of creating.

With random threads still attached to her clothing and hair, she would run to the bus stop and catch it going up town, to a gardening job. She would weed and plant the gardens of folks. Even the smallest houses would have the biggest gardens. Unfortunately, she is not allowed to accept tip, it went straight to the boss that owned the small business. When it was cold out, she would bundle herself with a long sleeved sweater and jeans. But since the days were getting warmer, she would choose a white tank top with red shorts and a hat. She would sport her hair in braids and try to get all her work done in one day without being sloppy.

Once she was done there, she would run home and shower. Then catching the bus again, she would ride to her friend's home where she was waiting for her. Together they would go home, sometimes getting ice cream on the way (if she had the cash on her) or getting groceries for that night's dinner.

Cooking was an easy task, since it was just the two of them in the small apartment. While the vegetables were being chopped, she did her homework packet of the day, math, geography, and penmanship. All three subjects in English, Mandarin, and Japanese. Once she was done, the food would have already been on the table, waiting to be eaten. Stories about her classroom activities were stold with great enthusiasm as the brunette listened with a smile on her face. Bath time consisted of bubbles; lots and lots of bubbles. The brunette would scrub away the days dirt off of both of them before wrapping them in a towel and moving to the next room to change. Bed time had a new story every time. She would tell stories about her childhood, her old school life, and even her friends.

Then the cycle started again.

On Thursdays, the brunette had to take her to her godmother's house. They would watch her all weekend and take her to school Monday morning, only to be picked up by the brunette Monday afternoon.

Living in the city is the most busiest thing. The people were always out and about, working non stop until their shift ended. For some, his shift was 24/7. He came from a rich family, went to the best University, graduated with a PhD in medicine, and lived in his own condo on the top of one of the tallest buildings in the city. It had it's perks, being a doctor, the money was good, he enjoyed working as a private doctor (he had his own clinic) and, he was always willing to take a call during the night; even if it was at 2am.

Such a luxurious life, but a lonely one as well. He moved out of his parents house just before he graduated high school. He didn't make many friends at the university, which allowed him to work more on his studies (thus becoming the great doctor he was today). But he, unfortunately, also lost contact with many of his friends from high school. He still talked to one, a second year in class 2-S. His ability to visit was very limited, but a phone call or a quick text would always work fine.

He would wake up and make himself some coffee and breakfast. Showering he would always wear a button down with slacks and dress shoes. He'd then get into his car and drive down to his clinic at around eleven, his secretary already there sitting at the desk filing papers and answering calls. His appointments were mostly teenagers and adults (children were mostly phone calls in the middle of the night due to high fever or excessive vomiting. But when they did come in he would always have a lollipop waiting for them at the end of every check up.) he would leave the office at 6:30 and grab a quick to go meal with his nurse before driving home. He would shower again and open his laptop with a cup of tea next to him on the desk. Working into the night, he sometimes wouldn't notice the time and would force himself to save his work and close the laptop.

Then the cycle started again.