She moved to New York to get away from it all. After the break down of her relationship, Hope had given up on life. She got on a plane with her limited amount of possessions and arrived in The Big Apple.
It was bigger than she could have ever imagined. The bright lights, the enormous buildings, the sheer vast amount of people. It was a huge change from the quaint little city she'd been brought up and lived all her days in.
Hope had used most of her savings on a tiny studio apartment. It was nothing special, but it was hers. And now that she was all alone, mentally and financially, she needed to land a job.
In the morning, she thought to herself, I'll start checking every office the area for something, anything.
Hope Brevin was a girl full of surprises. She'd grown up in a small city in the tiny country of Scotland, with her older brother and Father. Her Mother had left when she was a small child and never got back in touch.
Now in her early twenties, Hope was confused at the world around her. She was a romantic of sorts, and truly believed that there was one person for everyone.
She'd settled down with her high school boyfriend and they'd been happy. Or so Hope thought. A month ago he'd left her, no reasoning, just that he was no longer happy.
She would never let her guard down like that again. Next time she would be sure. Next time? Would there be a next time? Could she ever love again?
As Hope lay in her new bed staring at the ceiling, she began to drift off. She was desperate to get to get on with her life, but she longed for the butterflies from meeting her One.