A/N: This story is based on the song 'Thank you' by 'Dido'. I heard it over the radio and got this idea in my head. It's not going to be a long story, probably four chapters or so, just like my other story 'I've never' the idea I have is to long for a oneshot.

Well...here it is and enjoy.

My tea's gone cold, I wondering why, I got out of bed at all

The morning rain clouds up my window and I can't see at all

And even if I could it all be grey, but your picture on my wall

It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad

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The rain falls down like it had never done before and splashes on the pavement that already is soaking wet. And now that I'm inside the coffee house, with my hot steaming mug standing before me, my cold hands around it to warm them up a little, I'm content with the world, my world, even if it's just for a little while.

My long brown leather coat is hanging over my seat as I stare out the window, looking at the few people who are still outside. Most of them are running, the ones that don't have umbrellas that is. The others are just walking in a quick pace with their heads down, like there's something very interesting lying on the ground.

I sigh as I sip my hot coffee. I feel it burn in my mouth and down my throat once I swallow it, but I don't care. I like it that way.

My short brown hair is slightly wet from the first raindrops of when this rain started and I was still walking outside, on my way towards home.

But I don't want to go home.

The only things I'll find in my two bedroom apartment are bills, an eviction notice and a complete mess from when I got home late last night and knocked over a couple of things because it was too dark and the electricity wasn't working again. Probably because I still hadn't paid the bill. I still feel the headache of that hangover I had…or rather have.

Maybe I shouldn't drink so much the next time I have a birthday party from someone at work I don't really know. But I had to go since you're kind of obliged too do so when they invite you personally, or at least that's how I feel about those things.

At least I got to work on time this morning.

Boy were they surprised to see me walking through that door early.

I saw my desk empty for the first time in months. Usually it's covered with files and documents I have to read and correct, or sign.

And then the eviction notice. The apartment building I'm living in is kind of old and…well…crappy. They told everyone who still lived in it about six months ago that they were going to tear it down. I haven't been able to find myself a new place to life. And time is getting slim. I haven't even packed up my stuff yet, plus I'm not sure when they're going to demolish the building. I know that it's this week…

Most people already left, moved to a new home. I'm one of the few that are still living in it.

I look around me and notice that I'm almost alone in the coffee house. It looks rather cosy with its sandy walls and the wooden floor. A couple of plants are standing in the corners and there's a comfy looking couch with oversized pillows standing near a fireplace.

Besides me and the nice lady behind the bar, there is this old couple sitting two tables in front of me. They're holding hands and they smile at each other, it looks very cute. I can't help but smile at them, I hope I will grow old like that but the way things look now there's a small change that will happen. The old woman who's faced my way looks at me briefly and smiles back before looking back at her husband or partner maybe.

Then there is this older lady, probably in her mid-forty's sitting alone at a table at the far end of the coffee place. She's reading a magazine but I can't see what kind. She does seem to like it though since she looks so comfortable and peaceful with a small smile on her lips.

Sitting at the bar is this guy around the age of 30 with brown hair. The minute I look at him I notice that he's looking at me as well. I frown slightly but he doesn't break the stare, he even smiles at me strangely, but instead of smiling back like I usually do I don't. I quickly avert my eyes and stare down at my table and feel kind of embarrassed. I feel shivers going down my spine as I think about his scary smile and suddenly I don't feel so content anymore.

After a minute or so I can't help but sneak a peek to see if he's still looking.

And he is.

I look out the window and feel that my face heats up. 'Why is this guy looking at me?' I wonder. I bit my lip and look down at the mug I'm holding. It's empty and somehow I feel relieved. I mean now I can go and I'll never have to see that creepy guy again.

I stand up and pull my coat off the chair I was sitting on and hastily pull it over my shoulders. I button it all the way up and start walking towards the exit.

'Don't look back, don't look back.' I keep telling my self as I pass the table where the old couple is sitting.

When I finally reach the door I push it open and notice that it's still raining. I sigh and put my hands in my pockets to shield them from the cold wind.

I pass a quick glance over my shoulder to see if someone is following me but smile relieved when there's no one there. The creepy man is still sitting at the bar as well, and it helps to calm my nerves.

I don't like it when people stare it me for a long time, especially people I don't know.

I walk over to the nearest bus stop. I know almost every bus stop in this city, that's the advantage of going to work by bus five days a week.

The bus arrives and when I'm about to step in the bus I cast one last glance towards the coffee house that I left behind on the other side of the block. Then I get in and my reality starts once again.

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I wake up at the sound of my alarm clock and I wonder why they make those sounds so annoying. They beep and beep all the way trough your head and pound until you finally smash that little button that will safe you for another 5 minutes. After smashing the button for the tenth time or so I decide to get up or else I'd miss the bus…again.

I used to get up at least an hour and a half before I had to leave for work, but over the passed year, ever since I moved here to Zanarkand, I reduced that hour and a half to 40 minutes.

It gives me just enough time to take a quick shower, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair and make-up, eat breakfast and grab my things before I leave.

Now sometimes, and this is not always my fault, I miss the bus. Sometimes the bus just gets here five minutes earlier and leaves 5 minutes earlier as well. As if that bus driver has to be somewhere important that he can't even wait for a little while. If he would just stay still for one more minute, I'd make it. But I watch it drive off before me almost every day.

And the thing that bugs me the most is that the bus doesn't arrive again for another 50 minutes, and since I don't have enough money to afford a car, so I have to walk to work.

After washing and brushing my teeth for the full two minutes I walk into my bedroom and towards my closet to pick out the clothes I'm going to wear today.

I pick out a nice pair of black jeans with a light blue blouse that's made of very light material. I grab a white tank top to go underneath as well.

As for shoes, I'll probably go for the black boots with the slight heal again today.

My breakfast exist out of milk and cereal, like every morning. I don't like cereal so much, especially when it gets all soggy from the milk. Therefore I always pour in just a little bit of milk and a lot of cereal.

I look at the refrigerator while I'm eating out my cereal where pictures are hanging from cheerful and colourful looking magnets of all shapes and kinds. There's a picture of my mom and dad, they both died a long time ago and the picture is one of the very few things I have left of them. Next to it hangs a picture of Auron, my adoptive father. He was a very close friend of my dad's; he was asked to take care of me when my father died.

A couple of pictures are from when I was a student at 'Besaid High'. One with a couple of my classmates, all of which I don't have contact with nowadays. Also there's one photo with my cousin and my closest friend, or rather our closest friend, hanging next to the groceries list. We were very close, but I haven't heard from them in a while. Sometimes I get a letter from Paine, my friend. And my cousin Rikku tends to call sometimes, even if it's in the middle of the night, but our conversation always turns out pleasant and nice.

There are no more pictures besides those.

I have no social contacts whatsoever with anyone in this city. Sometimes my colleagues invite me to this party like they did the night before last night, but I think they do that more out of pity.

I stare out the window and sigh as I see the dark clouds in the sky. 'I guess it'll be another rainy day today.' I say to myself and I swallow down the last spoonful of cereal. I make a face at my own reflection that is seen on the glass before I stand up to put the dirty dishes in the sink. 'I'll leave that for tonight.' I think as I grab two pieces of bread for my lunch.

All the things I need are put in a leather shoulder bag before I grab my coat off the hat rack, and my umbrella that's leaning against the wall. As I pull my coat on I check my watch and notice in shock that if I don't hurry I will miss the bus.

I grab my bag hastily but in my haste I overlook that the bag is still open and everything that was inside of it falls out on the ground.

I groan out of frustration and crouch down to put everything back. I check my watch one last time and before I practically run out the door grabbing my keys of a side table in the progress.

I've tried to make it more detailed. Please tell me what you think.

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