Nina, Nina Martin
Prologue/Summary
Hi my name is Nina Martin. I'm 21 years old and living in London, England. My life was quite a tragedy. My parents passed when I was only seven and I lived with my Gran until she died 3 years ago. Now I'm a college girl living on my own in a cruel world. Because of my own losses I can't stand to see people experiencing loss. So, whenever I see someone upset over a loss I will do anything and everything to help them. Even if it means facing my past love life.
Chapter 1
Nina's POV
I was walking down to my favorite coffee shop in London when I saw a middle-aged woman crying and stumbling through the crowd of people walking on the sidewalk. Being the person I am I walked over to help the woman. I carefully grabbed her by the arm and walked her over to the closest bench. "Excuse me ma'am are you alright?" I asked the woman. She looked straight into my eyes and gave me a watery fake smile, "My husband died," she said simply then looked down and began to sob. I couldn't stand for it, she had lost someone so close to her and nobody else was willing to help her. "Do you have any family? Would you like me to call them for you?" I asked the poor woman. She told me that she had a son but that he was at work and she didn't want to bother him. "I think this is big enough of a deal for you to call your son," I somewhat scolded the woman. She gave me the number, I dialed, and handed her the phone. "Fabian?" the woman asked the person on the other line. The sound of the name made me wince. Fabian was the name of my first love in High School, we would do everything together but one day he realized that he was in live with Joy Mercer, my worst enemy. I left the school after that not able to look at his face any longer. I shoved away the awful memory and focused on the conversation the woman was having with her son. "Thank You dear, Ill see you soon," she said then hung up the phone. I simply smiled at her and waited for her son to come get her.
30 minuets later
Finally the black SUV showed up and a black haired boy about my age stepped out of the car. He seemed to be crying. His eyes were very teary and the were red and bloodshot. " Come on Mother we should get going," he said not noticing me being there. I got up and started to walk away leaving to woman to be with her son. "Wait," the woman exclaimed, "I never got your name, dearie." I was surprised, the woman seemed to want to know me (that was a first) "Nina, Nina Martin," I said then walked away leaving a shocked 21 year old boy behind me.