"Just stop your crying
Have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here"
[Completed: 27th July 2021]
[Edited: Currenty editing]
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|| Spencer Reid x Fem!OC ||
|| Criminal Minds ||
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01. WORRISOME MEETINGS
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Isla never wanted to move from her old apartment. It was cosy, warm and felt like home whenever you stepped through the threshold. People always said that they felt welcomed whenever they would visit. The apartment oozed with joy and happiness and instantly put anyone in a good mood. Now, as Isla remained in the middle of her practically empty new apartment, she had a blank canvas to start again, wanting to create the same friendly atmosphere that she had previously.
Moving apartments was hard for Isla, one reason being that she was moving away from most of her friends and family and the second being that she didn't know anyone in the area. Nevertheless, this was all a small price to pay for Isla. Finally, at the age of thirty, she had managed to save up enough money to buy out and renovate a small cafe. To anyone, this may seem like a small thing, but to Isla, it's all she ever wanted. She wanted to create a safe space for everyone and anyone and she thought that a small, quaint cafe was the way to do it.
Only the television and couch were set up so she had a place to sit and sleep while everything else arrived from her old apartment. Currently, she was sitting peacefully with a music channel softly playing in the background, book in hand. Reading was Isla's way to relax, the stress of moving had taken a toll on her so she delved into the fictional worlds of her books as a form of escapism.
Meeting her neighbours was a thing she hadn't done yet. Out of the many neighbours, she had only met one, and the meeting was very brief. Isla had bumped into an old woman who lived down the hall as she was heading up the stairs to her apartment. Isla didn't catch her name but she hoped to formally introduce herself soon. Meeting new people wasn't scary for Isla, infact, she loved meeting them and hearing of their stories and life experiences vastly different to hers.
Stretching out her legs on the couch, Isla let out a yawn. It was late in the day, normally Isla wouldn't feel tired at this time. She was what most people would consider a night owl. But the moving had really tired her out these past couple of days. As Isla swung her feet and planted them firmly on the floor, she could feel nearly every bone in her body crack causing her to let out a small groan. If she were going to go to sleep, she was going to sleep in something comfortable, not a pair of worn out jeans and a shirt that would only get wrinkled as she tossed and turned in her sleep. After getting changed and slumping back down onto the couch, Isla drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
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When Isla awoke the next morning, the only thing that she could think of was the pain in her back - her couch wasn't the most comfortable thing in existence. If waking up was hard enough, actually getting up was even harder. Everything in Isla wanted to have a few extra hours in bed but she knew that she needed to get down to her cafe and sort a few things out. Shoving on a pair of jeans and a thick jumper, Isla collected her bag before leaving the apartment.
