Beyond the Sight of You (fanfic)

An Angel

Alvin POV

*yawn*

I hardly got any sleep, Jan wouldn't stop talking in his sleep about his future wife and all of the cookie children they would have.

I'm at art class right now and I'm trying not to fall asleep. All we are doing is taking notes. The last time we took notes in class, I accidentally fell asleep and got in trouble. Thankfully, I brought my headphones so I can listen to music and tune it out.

-TIME SKIP-

After what felt like forever, class ended. Since I have work today I should start walking so I'm not late. Good thing class ends 20 minutes before I need to be there. Checking the clock I see I have 10 minutes to get there. Did I read that right? My eyes are probably a bit blurry, let me see...10 minutes.

Oh.

Shit.

10 MINUTES!?

Shit! Im going to be late for work! Shit. Gotta run. Damn it. Fuuuuuck!

I'm so out of shape I literally only ran like a mile and I'm fucking wheezing for air.

I made it to work on time. Thank the art founders.

-TIME SKIP-

So far work is running smoothly, no gangsters at the front blocking the door. No complaints about the food either.

:chimes:

"Welcome."

I look up to seat them to their table and see...

"Reine?"

"Good evening Alvin." He replied with a kind smile.
(As if he doesn't always have a kind smile)

"What are you doing here." I questioned.

"I came to see you. I wanted to ask if you would like to spend the night at my apartment tonight. So...do you want to?" He asks.

I look at him in shock. Touching my hand to my heart as it aches. He's too nice. He's like an angel. An angel sent just for me.

I stare back at him calmly like I'm 'too cool' for sleepovers and say, "Sure I don't have any plans tonight. Are you making hot chocolate?"

He looks at me and laughs sweetly. "Of course. I'll head over and start getting it ready. Text me when you are on your way."

"Ok."

And with that he walks out of the restaurant.

How am I so lucky to have met him in my godforsaken life. Sometimes I feel as though I don't even deserve him. But even though I feel that way, I don't feel like I would ever be able to let go of him. Even if I had to. I feel as though I need to grab his arm and beg, 'You can't leave me. If you leave me too, I don't know if I would be able to accept it. I love you too much to let you go.'

I feel a single tear drop and wipe it as quickly as it fell.

I know I can't get too attached to things that don't belong to me. But, it's too late.

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Yay! First chapter completed! Please let me know if you have any ideas on how to make it better because I am still a beginner writer and get C's on my essay in school. 🥲
Me: types the word yawn
Also me: yawns irl
Me: exhausted emotionally and mentally so legit like OMG THAT WAS LIKE CRAZY
I feel high. I mean I've never been high but have you ever been down. Cause thats my go to drug. Haha lol #imdefinitelynotdepressed 😚☺️
Anywayssss yall have a chill day ilysm
Thanks for reading it's greatly appreciated
I should prob go to sleep...
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