Crossroads of Life

Chapter 8

I twirled into the lobby, over to the lift, and all the way to the door of my flat. Fumbling with the key, I pushed the door open and floated my way through the living room, passed the kitchen and entered my bedroom. I slipped off my black wedges and belly flopped onto the bed, slowly rolling over to look up at the ceiling.

It was only a small kiss, a gentle touch. But it had worked wonders on my emotions. As I stared at the shadows of light tangoing across my white ceiling, I could still feels his smooth lips press gently against mine.

One touch was all it took. It was like fireworks were set off in the pit of my stomach, sparks reaching up to my heart, smoke filling my mind and clouding my judgement.

All I wanted was to get lost in his kiss, to drown in his blue eyes. But I couldn’t. I remembered the feeling of grief that coursed through me as I pulled away slowly, wanting nothing but more.

I released a deep sigh of regret and sorrow and pulled my pillow under my head and allowed myself to drift off to sleep.

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The next morning I woke up to the annoying beeping of my alarm clock, yet again. I rolled out of bed and onto the ground. I looked up and saw it 7. I was supposed to be at the office in 45 minutes. Ugh, I was gonna be late.

I jumped up and only then did I notice I was still in my dress from last night. I didn’t have time for this. I ran into my bathroom, threw off my dress, and hopped in the shower. Just to say, I think it was the fastest shower I’d ever taken in my life.

I grabbed a towel, threw it quickly around myself, and dried off. I blow-dried my hair and it turned back to it’s normal curls. I pulled a hair tie around my wrist for later, and got straight to work on my make-up. It took longer than I expected to scrub off the smudged mascara I had slept in. By the time I was finished touching up my face, it was already 7:20. Shit.

I threw on a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a flowy peach colored top, and some sandals. I ran around my flat, gathering my things and throwing them into my satchel. I ran down to the lobby.

“In a hurry, love?” Lana asked as I ran past the reception desk.

“Yep! I’m late, see ya later!” I called back I burst out onto the crowded city streets. I took my usual route to my little cafe/bakery and my way inside, the bell jingling happily as I entered. Thankfully, there was no line and I ordered my regular.

After I got my food, I bounded back onto the streets of London. I pulled my blackberry out of my back pocket and checked the time. 7:30.

I had 15 stupid minutes. No way was I going to be on time. The train could barely get me there in that amount of time on a good day. I walked as quickly as possible toward the station and texted Paul.

*message to Paul H*_Running late.. sorry!

I placed my phone back in my pocket and stepped onto the train. I was pretty good at navigating the train station now; it was fairly similar to one back home.

As the train came to a screeching halt at the first stop, my phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket and saw that I had received a response from Paul.

*new message from Paul H*_ You’re fired. Just joking, that’s alright. The boys are moving a bit slow today too. Not that I can imagine why..

*message to Paul H*_I’m not hung over, my alarm clocks just weren’t set for the right time!

As we pulled up to another stop, the doors opened and people filed in and out of the train. I took a  seat that was vacated and pulled up twitter.