AN: So here's chapter 2. So, I know that it's going quite slow but please bear with me for a while. It'll soon fall into a moderate pace. And please do drop a review. I really want to know what your opinion is on my story. And I really want to know if I got something wrong in writing. So please review!
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It was twenty minutes past four when she had awoken. It was too early, even for her, but her mind did not allow her to sleep another wink. It was racing with thoughts and the more she lay on her bed the more frustrated she became. She tossed and she turned but sleep would not be an option. Finally giving up, she threw the blanket off of her and proceeded to change her clothes. She needed to do something. She needed to take a morning jog to clear her mind.
She raced through the park. The morning air was cool against her skin. It felt nice. She hadn't had the chance to have her morning jogs as of late. A lot of things had her body and mind occupied. She'd been sleeping much later than she would usually prefer. She had to keep her grades up to maintain her scholarship and she still had to help out in the library as part of her obligation as a student assistant. Then there was her job. She was currently employed as a waitress on weekdays and as the bar singer on weekends. It was really tough to keep together but she managed to do it all. Last week was just a hectic one. She had deadlines she needed to meet and tests she needed to take. Then the restaurant was short staffed for the most of the week so she had to double her work. It was very tiring and really did take much of her time. But she was glad that she managed to take a breather.
When she finally felt that her mind was no longer racing, she made her way back to her apartment complex. The apartment was quite decent and the rent was just enough for her to pay while still having extra cash at hand. She shared it with two other girls who were also going to the same university as her.
Things had become much better for her in the past years. She no longer lived with her abusive parents who were now safely locked up behind bars. Her siblings were staying with an old couple who gladly volunteered to be foster parents for the kids. They were quite nice and good to the kids which is quite a big contrast in comparison with their real parents. In fact, the couple had funded her first year in college. She was too old to be adopted so the couple offered her some financial help instead. She had refused at first but they had insisted upon it. However, she was never the dependent type of person. She worked hard and got herself a scholarship in her second year. She also took up a part time job since she didn't want to burden the couple who had enough mouths to be fed. But she never grew distant with them. Upon the insistence of her family, she would spend her whole Sunday in the care of their foster parents. It was nice. Her life was getting better and better. She could just feel it.
She stopped by her room to get some clothes before going into the bathroom. She took a quick shower and brushed her teeth. She changed into her regular clothes. She had a pair of jeans on and she wore a gray V-neck. She topped it all off with a matching beanie on her head. She grabbed her bag and shoved in a couple of books. She checked her watch. She still had some time before her classes would start at exactly half past eight. She exited her apartment building and went down the same roads as she normally did. It was all part of her daily routine. She'd walk to school, stopping by her usual coffee shop to grab her hazelnut cappuccino and butter croissant. It was the same thing every single day.
As she neared the shop she came in contact with a young man who seemed to be around her age or maybe even a bit older. He was also a regular at the shop. She saw him every day. He'd order a black coffee and a sandwich to go. It was the usual thing he had each day. He was always there. Sometimes she'd come in earlier than him and other times, like today, he'd be earlier. It didn't matter. Their paths would always come across every morning. That was for sure. Sometimes, she'd even see him in the afternoons. He would sit by the window and either type on his laptop for hours or just sit down and read a book.
Now, one might be under the assumption that she had a certain attraction toward the young monsieur. I mean, one does not normally take note of another's regular order or afternoon schedule, right? True, in normal cases. But this was not true for her. Sure, she might have found the gentleman quite handsome to look at but her attraction towards him ended right there. She had enough of romance and the like. She had too long harbored unrequited feelings toward another gentleman and that did not end well. It took her some time to get it through her head that her feelings would not be returned in the way she would have wanted it to be. But still, the wound was quite fresh. And she would rather not go into that sort of thing anymore.
She merely found the young monsieur intriguing. There was something about him that was so familiar. There was an air of mystery that she just couldn't put a finger on. She had felt such a strong pull toward him. And this was no gravity that was forced upon by attraction or lust. This was something different altogether. It was as if he was somebody she was meant to recall. But she was certain that they had not met before. But why? Why was he so familiar? What was there about him?