As theoretical as it may seem, the world we see today is not as honest as we see. We don't know things are true unless we see, hear, or talk about them. But what really is behind it? How do we know it is real? What do we think about it?
In the time square of New York City, everyone is busy doing their business. The sound of the horns of the car in the traffic, people waiting in line for their coffee and meal, the arrogant businessman and a common thief. Everyone has their things to do, actions to make, and the goal to proceed, and I am here watching and looking at them. For you to know I am not lazy or what but this, this is only to look at what common people do every day. I am a journalist, and a writer, I write things that can help or will help people understand how things work. I am inside the coffee shop in the tallest building looking at what people will do today, tomorrow, and after that. When the waiter interrupted me.
"Excuse me, ma'am, sorry for interrupting but a man asked me to bring this letter to you." She gives me the letter and I ask, "oh, who is it? Does he say who he is?" "Unfortunately, no, he did not, but he said if you ask who he is I tell you that he was just a man who knows who you are" then the waiter left. I don't know who it might be so I open the letter and what was written was that 'it's been a while, Margarette, I never saw you again when you left me in that hotel last time but it was lucky to meet you here today, and I think we need to talk. Let's meet in this hotel room and I want to talk to you again.' After reading the letter, I got curious about who it might be so I left the shop and went home. After changing my clothes, I walk until I get in front of the hotel and stop. I know I must not get involved in something like this but I must look into it and finish this. As I walk again into the hotel and ask for the key to the room. I walk into the elevator until I got into the door. I open it and put the bag on the bed, I open the bag and get my sniper, I position it to the window and look in the window of the other hotel.
To be exact, I never went to the right hotel but instead to the opposite hotel this way I can look into the man who gave me the letter. While looking at the scope of the gun, I saw someone familiar, the man is wearing expensive clothes, jeans, and sunglasses. He is still waiting for me to come. Then, I decided to call him. "Hello, it's me" I hear him sigh. "Margarette, where are you?" "I am sorry I cannot come I have something else to do. But where are you? Are you still there?" Then he stands up and walks onto the balcony, "No, I left an hour ago. Because I knew you will bail me out." I then stop talking for a second and said, "Right." Then he continues again, "but you know when you left me in that hotel 5 years ago, I tried to find you, I look for you in every city but I never find you." "Right, I know I should say goodbye at least but that was never my fort and for that, I would like to apologize, but for you to know I did like you but I cannot be with you so I am asking, please just forget about me and don't try to find me. I..."
I was about to tell him my goodbye when the waiter of the hotel knocks on my door and said, "Good evening Ms. Robinson but is there anything I can get for you?" I cover the phone with my hand and said, "Oh I did not order something but thank you for asking. You can go now." The waiter left and when I look at the balcony, he is looking at the window of my hotel. So, I immediately put my sniper in the bag and get my things. I know for sure that he did hear me on the phone and he might go look for me. So, I pack my things and run to the exit, I run fast and went on my motorcycle when I was about to start my engine, he saw me in the alley. He called my name and said, "Margarette!" We look into each other's eyes but I start the motor and run towards him. He is still there but when I was near him, he jumps and I got away. I cannot be with him. Not until I find a way to cure myself.
5 years ago. I am in Spain; I work as a librarian in a big library in Spain. The job is not that hard and I find it peaceful because the place is quiet and people focus on their books not until a celebrity came. Outside the library, people are shouting with the camera in their hands, and a bunch of reporters and fans. Suddenly a group of men comes inside the library. I walk to them and ask them to leave, "Excuse me, señor, pero tengo que pedirle que se vaya (Excuse me, sir but I need to ask you to leave). De alguna manera interrumpiste a los estudiantes en su lectura (You somehow interrupted the students in their reading)" Then the man with the sunglasses who got protected inside turned around and look at me, he walked towards me and gets close to me, that I walk backward and got myself unbalanced that he catches me.
"Got you." He spoke. Looking at him he is an English man; he is from England. Then I compose myself, remove myself from him and I stand up. "Uhm, thank you, sir. But again, I have to ask you to leave, the students got distracted because of your arrival." I turn around and ask the student to focus on my gestures, then the man speaks again, "Oh, you speak English." Then he removes his sunglasses and the ladies who are reading stand up and say, "Oh sh*t, is that Arthur King?" "He is." Then they approach him and ignore me. "Sir, can we get a picture of you?" "Can we senior?" the ladies said. Then the guards of this man block him but he said, "Oh, sure, please James just give them a break." Then he squats to get a picture of the two girls. He is a very tall man as he looks, maybe 1.88m high. Then the ladies went back to their sits and I cough to have his attention again. "Well, sir," I said. He looked at me and said, "Excuse me, but can I ask, do you know me? Perhaps?" "No, I don't think I've seen you before" I replied. "Well then, alright but first I have to look around as I really intended to see how cool is this place." He said as he starts walking. I cannot stop him and just stand there alone.
I went back to my chair and continued reading, I don't like him near me so I never look where would he go except for that book section where my boss asked me not to let anyone go in because it is dangerous. So, I run into the hall and look for him. I found him there walking towards it, but I shout and ask him to stop.
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General FictionAs the world move forward and life and death continues. I am one of the few people who lived by different names and places. I can be your friend, enemy, fugitive, protector, a daughter, or even a lover. But the thing is I don't grow old, I am living...