Remember Me
Song – Wie Weit by Apocalyptica
Chapter 1
Tino Väinämöinen was having a normal day. Get up, brush teeth, wash face, walk downstairs, eat, go to work. As he walked into the furniture store that he worked at, he greeted his boss, Halldor Thorstaad, a Norwegian. He got a nod in return, and headed behind the counter to wait for the arrival of customers. They didn't have to wait long. Soon, a few people wandered in, looking at some of the tables that were being displayed. Tino waited patiently in case they decided to make a purchase. After a while, they chose one of the tables. Tino rang them up, and they left after thanking him. It would probably be a while before others arrived, so he contented himself with reading a book that he had brought. He heard the familiar noises of Matthias, the furniture designer, flirting with Halldor, who insisted that he hated it, but in reality, Tino could tell that he really was fond of the Danish man. He smiled lightly, looking up slightly to find Geir looking at him. The Icelandic man was somehow related to Halldor, a half-brother or something like that. Tino jumped slightly at the violet eyes boring into his, and set his book down quickly.
"D-do you need something?" he stuttered quickly, twisting his hands. Geir nodded slowly, gesturing towards the back, where the warehouse was.
"Organizing." he said quietly and headed towards the warehouse. Tino sighed softly but followed obediently. He headed towards some large boxes in the back and started unpacking them, placing different furniture items in their correct locations.
After an hour or so of dusty work, he was called back to the counter to serve a customer. After waving them away with a smile, he returned to the warehouse to continue putting things away. There were no other customers, and he spent the rest of the day doing sweaty work. Once the day was finished, he waved goodbye to the rest of the staff, getting two nods and a cheery wave in return. He stepped outside into the cold wintry air and immediately shivered, tugging his jacket closer around himself. Tino started towards his house, passing skeletal trees and crunching through leaves. He stopped in the park to sit down for a while, admiring the winter landscape. Little swirls of wind stirred the fallen leaves, tossing them about like a child's playthings. Glancing around the park, Tino noticed lots of different people. Old women feeding pigeons, young children laughing and skipping, young couples kissing on benches... All of these only served to remind him of the fact that he was so very lonely. His parents had died many years ago in a tragic automobile accident, leaving him alone to fend for himself. Tino ran a hand through his fine blonde hair and sighed. He would love some company, someone to stay with him whenever he needed comforting. The closest people he had to friends were his coworkers, and even they weren't that sociable. Another sigh. It was starting to turn dark, birds swooping and diving overhead, trying to catch the last of the insects before they all headed to warmer places.
Tino turned towards the road, stopping at the crosswalk. His violet eyes glanced to see the crossing signal flash once before a red hand was displayed. He was about to relax and wait his turn, but before he could, he noticed something small and white trotting happily over the crosswalk. Not regarding the traffic, he sprinted over the striped paint and knelt next to the creature. It was a tiny puppy, and he cradled it carefully in his arms, not noticing the large cement truck hurtling towards him. He turned, eyes wide, to stare into the headlights, and suddenly, something large and heavy smashed into him. The last thing he saw before his head hit the pavement was a pair of bright cerulean eyes.
A/N: Hey there, this is otakucellist, your friendly neighbourhood Grammar Nazi. Really, I try to be a stickler to grammar, and it bugs me when I have bad grammar. If you find anything wrong, feel free to point it out!
Anyway, enjoy this story, and don't forget to R&R! Cheers! (P.S. Sorry for the short chapters...I just needed breaking points.