Chapter 1 Love Song for No One

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Just thought of this plot randomly last night and I hope you guys all enjoy!

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EPOV

Friday night, stuck at the office, tons and tons of endless paperworks. When does it ever stop?

How can you have everything and nothing at the same time?

I have a very successful company at the age of 27 and yet not once did I felt contentment in my life. Not when I graduated in top of my class in Harvard. Not when my company was just blooming.

I guess you kinda lose the people that actually cares about when you start getting busy to the point of restlessness.

I was kinda average in high school once, I have friends. I had a bestfriend. Maybe even ex-girlfriends. A few.

Few girls to actually fall for my geeky exterior, interior even.

Education was something important to me, something to never pass up.

A knock interrupted me from my reverie and I momentarily checked the clock. 9:37 p.m.

"Come in," hearing how rough my voice sounded, I cleared my throat.

"Mr. Cullen, another cup of coffee?" My assistant, Angela, held up another cup of Starbucks coffee, I motioned the free space on my table where most of the empty cups I consumed a while ago was located. She placed the coffee on my table, collecting most of the trashes before ducking out of the room.

I've been known to be somewhat a 'prick' inside of the office. I don't care what they all have to say.

By the time the clock turned 10 p.m. I wanted nothing but to just go home, drink some alcohol and rest.

I hurried with my paperworks and by the time I finished it was past 11 p.m.

I took my time, driving around the Chicago's late night air. Cars are somewhat a luxury I've always indulged, right now, I'm driving my V8 roadster. Quite warm tonight because summer just started.

I remember liking summer in my childhood.

Late mornings, staying up all night long doing anything and nothing.

Now, I don't even know if someone gives a shit about me.

I just drive around for a while, taking my time. Driving has always been somewhat relaxing to me, I don't even know why.

I arrived at my house, which is definitely too big for two people. Another reminder of how lonely I am with my life. A life I build. No one's responsible for my life but only myself.

The entire house is dark except for the porch light open. No use really, I usually go inside through the connected door from the garage to the kitchen.

I parked on the garage beside my growing collection of cars. I usually drive different cars every week.

When I entered the kitchen, which was dark, I saw a note on the fridge held together by a magnet.

There's dinner in the fridge if you're hungry, I'm calling it a night. Just knock on my door if you need anything. -E

Elizabeth is my housekeeper. She has been a maid to my family all my life, she's been taking care of me ever since I was a baby when my own mother was too busy with her social life to care about me.

Don't get me wrong, I know my mother loves me. She just lacks the affection towards me. At least I think she does.

Elizabeth is the closest I have ever felt to a family. I wouldn't know what to do if she leave.

I didn't eat the food. I drink my scotch. I sleep. I wake up again the next morning, still exhausted. The routine goes on and on everday.

How can I have everything, all the money and luxury, and nothing at the same time?

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