SINS (Completed)

THIRD CHANCES

It has been over an hour since I'm sitting here, waiting to hear from Lily. I couldn't get hold of her since college got over, and of course she wouldn't answer her phone.

Which makes me guess something must have gone down with Steve. I call her again, and after a few rings it goes to voicemail. I thrust my phone away onto the table carelessly with a tired sigh. Perhaps if this is what Lily wants, maybe I should let her be with her own self for a while.

I rub the skin on my arms mindlessly, then fidget with the fabric of my tank t-shirt. I wonder idly if I should shave my arms again. But instead, I walk over to the fridge, and fishing out a chocolate bar, I munch on it sitting on the kitchen table.

My mind drifts to work. It has hardly been a week, and I'm literally drowning in work. Kayla is the exact bitchy senior I had predicted her to be. Sean is the only friend I have managed to acquire as of yet, and quite frankly I'm really okay with a single friend so long as he reaches to a minimum close to sharing my mental wavelength and energy; which he does.

And he is a potentially good guy. When I didn't go out for drinks as he had offered, he didn't hold that against me. I've picked up that he's quite efficient in what he does, and given he's in the PR department, he's kind of always in demand. Scott Capital lives on PR.

There has been occasional flirting, strictly friendly, and I've never had the creepy vibe as I did with Axel, so I consider him in the safe zone.

I've noted he's actually quite easy going, with a happy bigger than life personality, and that's an energy I welcome. Not that he's not good looking, on top of that as well. That curly hair is an indispensable asset.

The chocolate bar in my hand gets exhausted. Which leaves my hands nothing else to do, so I walk into my room to sit at my desk; maybe I'll get some work done. I take my seat, and swinging myself side to side on the swivelling chair, I look at the black of my opened laptop screen.

I pause, and sit up, firing my device up, and I go to Instagram. I stalk Ian Somerhalder, Gigi Hadid, Jimmy Fallon, Justin Timberlake and Kendall Jenner in a row. Tirelessly. God made some epic stuff right there.

As I scroll down Kendall's account, something washes over me and search the name- Sienna Clarisse. I click on the familiar face that pops us among others. There's a few with her friends that I recognize from college, and then there's singles. They are- okay. Ish.

I mean she's beautiful, of course she is attractive. I stare at her laughing face, hoping that it would somehow start appearing less pretty every passing second. But I realise this happens only when I'm looking at my own photographs.

So I shrug off the whole idea, and open up my browser to dive into a thorough search about the company involved in our new prospect. But before I do, Google recommends me an article, and it catches my attention, undivided.

I click on it, and a few pictures load in, with a writeup following soon after, titled 'the Fête de la Musique Carnival at Liverpool'. I open up the photo album attachment and the whole day resurfaces in front of me digitally.

There's the same location, the same dancers, the same colour, lights, joy. I go on and on, and I see those drummers up close. The whole vibrancy and energy of the day almost beats in my head, and remembering all of it, brings an involuntary small smile on my lips.

I keep going next, there's a breathtaking aerial view of the whole thing, and it looks like a dream. There's a few with civilians' reactions, shocked, fascinated, laughing. I hop on to the next, and I see tango dancers in red flaring skirts, some of the Japanese girls I had danced with. I chuckle lightly. I press next and my breathing pauses a beat.