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The air was growing warmer as the winter season was softly fleeting and introducing the coming spring. Though it was not as frosty as usual Sarah still rubbed her uncovered hands trying to find its own warmth.
She was now only at the ripe age of twenty-five with a career as the author of the quite popular and famous book series called 'The labyrinth' , anyone who would read it would always think of only fiction. Of the detailed way she wrote her characters and settings , with the handsome yet frightening villain and chivalrous protagonist and her loyal companions. It was a hit with teens and young adults. It was almost odd to think about how everyone thought about this book as simply a made up story when it was as real as her breathe and heartbeat. It had been years since she stopped talking with her dear friends of the Underground.
"Hey Sarah" A voice called from outside the gates. A young man the same age with ruffled plain brown hair and honey colored eyes waved at her , he wore a sweet look and waited by the car.
"Andrew , you came earlier than I thought" Sarah winked at him as she closed the gates to her property. Andrew opened the door for her and went on the other side getting in , Sarah followed. Once inside she leaned over to place a kiss on Andrews lips.
"I can't believe it !" She said sounding excited as she buckled up, Andrew starting up the car "We've already been dating for three years" Sarah leaned back into the car seat and looked over at him though he didn't seem to focus on what she was saying.
"Um...Sarah , you know that's what I wanted to talk about" he said. He had called her up earlier that day asking if she wanted to go to the coffee shop they had met up at. It was in the crossroads , also known as the art district of Missouri. It was an odd place to have breakfast and a cup of coffee or other beverage. As the shops walls where lined with shelves stacked up with board games you could borrow and play while you ate. Sarah usually went there to write and have a drink , watching the other customers. She would take in idea's that came to her. Their conversations or appearances.
As they drove there, Sarah's thoughts began to race; What if he asked her to marry him? Perhaps to run away or some other crazy ideas of love she hadn't had since she was a young teenager. Yet she remained silent the entire way just remembering when they first had met. Andrew had been an artist, the art store literally being next door to the coffee shop. He would come in at times to scribble up ideas for his commissions or at times to simply read a book. That was the time Sarah had noticed him watching her. He would look down at the book than back at her before standing up and going over. His nervousness practically draped around his shoulders.
"You're Sarah Williams aren't you? You wrote 'The Labyrinth' it's my favorite series!" He said. Sarah had never felt more proud of her writing than when a fan would admire her work. "Yeah well thank you, I feel so-so happy you like my books I never even thought anyone would read them!" and that is how they began. Andrew started showing up to the shop every day in hopes to see Sarah, when event she was there they would sit together and talk.
Sarah did not notice as Andrew stopped the car and leaned over shake her shoulders lightly.
"We're here," he said before getting out of the car. Sarah opened the door slowly a bit nervous as they walked down the sidewalk to the shop filled with friends and family eating and playing.
As Andrew went and ordered for them, him already knowing what she liked, she strode over to the shelves lined up with any and every game board you could think of. She picked out their favorite and went to find some seats.
Andrew came back with a coffee and a hot chocolate. Placing them down he sat on the chair; cupping his warm drink, he seemed hesitant.
"Sarah...look I-I've wanted to tell you this a long time ago..." he bit his lower lip nervously practically placing Sarah at the edge of her seat.
"I want a break up..." He looked down at his coffee. Sarah's back went rigid, swallowing a large painful lump in her throat.
"Look Sarah I told you I'd be leaving for India next week and really this past year we've kind of been drifting apart you know , you're gaining more fame for your books and I just don't feel like I'm the right one for you...I don't even feel a connection anymore" He whispered. "I'm so so-" He didn't get to finish his sentence as Sarah got up from the table taking out a couple of bills from her wallet and throwing them at him.
"For the hot chocolate" she murmured and started walking out the shop not wanting to listen to whatever he would say or was saying.
Sarah had given everything she had into this relationship, her time, her money, and heart. She thought she had tried her best to be what Andrew had expected of her. However, it seemed now it was not enough, Sarah's mind once again began to fill with thoughts as she stalked off walking home
But as she made her way down the street, she caught a glimpse of someone she hadn't seen him in years. Her pace began to quicken not wanting to meet him face to face. Her heart raced when she started hearing the soft footsteps behind her. She couldn't help it and turned around quickly.
"STOP!" she said angrily but no one was in sight. She sighed glad it wasn't him, and shook her head.
"Gosh I'm going crazy already," she laughed nervously before turning around and crashing into someone.
"Oh darling I'm certain there isn't anything wrong with you..." The silky voice that hadn't reached her ears in years spoke. She froze in panic but reacted quickly enough once she had snapped out of it she pulled out a small can of pepper spray, spraying it all over his mismatched eyes.