A/N: Hello, and thank you for the interest in my story! We'll be taking a look through the life of Alice Pleasance, a nineteen year old girl who forgot about her life in Wonderland after being hit by the curse that trapped all of the storybook characters in Storybrooke. Some chapters will be taking place in Storybrooke, while others will be taking place in Wonderland.
This chapter is short, just an introduction that I randomly thought of. It only gets better from here, I promise! ;)
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"She has no idea who I am…. our life together, where we come from. I do. That's my curse."
"Why don't you reach out to her, why don't you tell her?"
"And destroy her reality? It's hard enough to live in a land where you don't belong, but knowing it? Holding conflicting memories in your head... Will drive you mad."
Her heels clicked hard against the ground, her pace as she walked along the sidewalk in a rush.
"I'm so sorry, I lost track of the - Yeah, I'm on my way now. No, everything's fine. I'll talk to you when I get there."
She disconnected the call and placed her cell phone in the small purse she had swung over her shoulder. Under her breath she mumbled something unclear, the people she clicked past turned to give her an uneasy look. Even on the most important of dates she had the habit of running late, a somewhat embarrassing habit. She couldn't afford to lose a promotion because of her disposition, so she broke into a run.
Now, I can't be sure if you have ever ran in heels before… So I'll let you know that it is not close to being simple, nor comfortable. She felt her heels sliding off the back of the shoes as she wobbled down the sidewalk. The coffee shop was in plain sight, just down the road… Crack.
The blonde squealed as she felt herself starting to fall forward through the air, her hands flew out in front of her to keep her face from smacking against the concrete when the rest of her body met the ground. She groaned as she pushed herself back up into a sitting position, and took a look down at her shoes. Her heel of her right shoe had snapped off, now just hanging on by the very edge of the corner. "Oh well that is just great," she grumbled.
"You took quite a fall there," she heard a voice of a man speak. She looked up to her side to see him, from on the ground he looked rather tall. His entire outfit was black, all except for the scarf he had tucked into his vest that was a shade of dark purple. He wore a smirk on his face as he looked down at her. After a moment he held out a hand. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm… fine," she sighed as she slipped the broken shoe off and grabbed her purse. Then she put her hand in the stranger's and allowed him to pull her up. She mumbled a thank you once she was back on her feet, standing quite uncomfortably on one bare foot and one elevated in her heel. She shifted from foot to foot for a moment, trying to find a less cumbersome position to stand in. When she realized that wasn't going to happen, she let out an awkward laugh as she leaned over to the side and slipped off the other shoe.
"In a rush to get somewhere?" The stranger inquired, his eyebrow raised as he watched her. His expression looked quite amused. The blonde sighed and nodded her head.
"Yeah, just a little. I'm supposed to be at a meeting with my boss..." She digressed. He made a small 'ah' noise in return as if that interested him.
"I suppose I should leave you to that then?" He questioned, but instead of giving her a chance to reply he held out his hand again, this time for her to shake. "My name is Jefferson," he introduced.
"Alice," she replied. She noticed how gentle he shook her hand, as if she was fragile and he didn't want to break her. He gave her a smile, his eyes reflected a small glisten that she stared at for a moment, as if he was hypnotizing her. He took a step back then, his hand sliding away from hers.
"Very nice to meet you, Alice."
The man Jefferson took a few more steps backwards, before he gave a small wave of his hand and turned on his heels to head off in the opposite direction. Alice stood there for a moment watching as he walked away, trying to figure out where exactly he had come from.
She entered the coffee shop, the flip flops on her feet clapping as she walked to the table where she saw her employers. In her hand she held a bag, inside the broken shoes. She noticed how their eyes automatically looked down to the sparkly blue footwear that was a complete opposite shade of her blue formal dress. She attempted to give her best smile and let out a small uncomfortable laugh.
