This is my first fanfic. Scar stuff, huh? Actually am quite nervous considering there's a computer screen to hide behind (I mean that in the most un-pervert-ee way there is). Writing has never been a specialty of mine, so any feedback would be greatly appreciated.
She had traveled for the first two months. Tried The Grand Tour. But he had been right: it wasn't a journey to do alone.
The next option was obviously America. It should have been New York but two weeks there proved to her that it was too close to what might have been. Everywhere she visited she could imagine Harry with her as her over active imagination followed the same path it had taken the night after there one and only date: she pictured them in the parks together, exploring the small galleries together, walking hand it hand down the streets together. And every time she thought of this she was forced to remind herself that it was not happening and could never happen.
But her legend was secure, and she knew that moving again would be too dangerous for the moment, so she stayed in America, and, still craving the rush of a prominent city, bought a ticket to Washington. There she made herself start a new life. Her knowledge of languages meant that after only a few days she could speak with a convincing American accent. She found herself a small flat to rent in a fifteen-storey apartment block and a mid level job in a hectic office. Everything, she assumed, necessary to live a normal, unnoticeable life.
The next difficulty had come when she realised how easy it would be for her to excel in her chosen career path when had always been a fast and thorough worker and used to working unreasonable hours on top of that. Now she found that this ordinary 9 to 5 job was expected to be peppered with long lunches, coffee breaks and water cooler gossiping, and that doing otherwise simply drew attention to herself.
Determined not to let herself wallow, she filled the free hours of her life with the friends she had made. She remembered a conversation she had had with Danny not long after Zoë had left, when he has asked her whether she ever thought about what her life would have been like outside of the service. Honestly, she had replied all the time. With a jolt she realised one day that she was leading that life and with a second she realised how different it was to the one she had imagined. Then she had believed the main missing factor in her life had been love. She remembered how keen she had been to find it then, looking everywhere around her but never daring to see right in front of her.
Now she considered the thought of any romantic relationship a betrayal to the man she saw every night in her dreams, standing alone on a London dock. No, he was the one aspect of her life she could not bring herself to move on from, not force herself to forget.
That was until she met Car