At 10pm, my friends came over. They brought an overnight bag, and stay the night with me. We drank 2 bottle of fruity white wine together, and casually watched a few Disney movies. I love my friends so much, they mean the world to me.
We wake up at 9am the next morning, and go out for breakfast. "I'm so glad we can start hanging out more now, I really hope you're going to start feeling better soon Am" Sarah says, taking the last bite of her pancake.
"Me too, maybe you can even meet someone!" Emily cheers, and I stop smiling. "No, I-I don't want that, I'm just going to focus on myself" I sigh, looking at my hands.
"I'm sorry... You know, I actually think it would be good for you to go back out there. It's been about 4 years since you and Jason broke up, you've barely laid eyes on a man ever since" Emily adds, so I look up again and shake my head.
"She's right though, we get that you're scared but... Not all guys are like him. There are nice guys out there, and there's definitely more than one interested in you. You can always try, right?" Sarah suggests, but I shame my head again.
My ex-boyfriend, Jason, was an asshole. We were together for 8 years before I finally had the guts to break up with him, only the first year was fun with him.
After one year of being deeply in love with him, he started using drugs like a maniac. The drugs made him angry, aggressive even. In the 7 years that followed, I received a lot of punches, kicks, slaps and stabbing wounds.
Let's just say that I don't have a really good history with love, which is why I don't want it in my life ever again. My friends keep telling me that not everyone is like Jason, but I'm still too scared to be with anyone.
There have been a few guys asking me out in the last couple of years, but I always said no. I just couldn't do it, I'm too scared to get attached or even be in any sort of relationship again. I don't want it, and I'm not doing it. I don't believe in love anymore, it's just not for me.
We enjoy our breakfast in Central Park for a while longer, until we all say goodbye to go home. I walk my own way, with a cup of caramel latte in my hand until I fully bump into someone.
"Oh! God, I'm so sorry!" I quickly say, but I stop talking as soon as I look up. "I'm sorry, are you ok-" the man says, also until he looks down at me. "Hi" he softly chuckles after a moment of looking into each other's eyes in pure silence.
"Hi" I giggle, looking at my now-empty cup of coffee. "Are you okay? I'm really sorry, it was still hot" I add, but he shakes his head. "Yeah, no, I-I'm alright, thanks. I'm sorry about your coffee, I wasn't paying attention" he replies, and without thinking, I softly smile at him.
"That's okay, it was my fault. I'm sorry, I kind of ruined your sweater..." I nervously add, looking at the blue sweater he's wearing underneath his coat.
"No need to apologize, I was hoping to see you again so I guess this is a good thing" he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck for a second. I silently laugh with him, and look down at my hands.
"I um, I-I have to get going now, I'm really sorry about your sweater" I add, looking right into those beautiful eyes again. "It's okay, really. Alright, have a nice day..." he says, asking for my name.
"Amelia, have a nice day..." I reply, asking for the same thing now. "Chris. It's nice to meet you, Amelia" the man says, giving me goosebumps all over my body. The way he said my name did something to me...
I softly smile at him again, and start walking home. I look back one more time, and see that he's doing the same thing at the exact same time. We both smile, and walk our own way.
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Once I get home, I clean up the whole house and sit down on the couch. What the hell am I going to do for a year without going to work? But unfortunately, that's not all I think about.
Chris' beautiful eyes and smile just can't seem to leave my mind, not even for a second. I have to admit, I felt something when he looked into my eyes like that. I have to forget about that feeling as soon as possible, this is not something I want right now.
I spend the rest of the day on the couch, just trying my best to get Chris out of my head while watching almost an entire season of The Office, and get in bed at 11pm.
The next day, I wake up at 8am and go for a run through the streets of New York. I love going for a run, especially early in the morning. The weather is perfect, and there aren't too many people outside yet.
I run for about an hour, until I get closer to some traffic lights. I can see that they're red now, and I can also see someone crossing the road. That's perfectly normal, but the rbinf that isn't normal, is the black car that's driving towards the runner way too hard.
He gets closer within every second, not stopping at all for the red lights. "Watch out!" I shout, right before the car gets to the runner, but I'm too late. The driver hits the brakes, but the runner still gets hit.
"Oh my God..." I whisper to myself, quickly running towards the accident. "Are you okay?! Are you ok- oh, you've got to be kidding me..." I say starting loudly and finishing the sentence whispering to myself. Ofcourse, it couldn't be anyone else, could it?
"Yeah, I'm- oh, h-hi...!" Chris replies, nervously smiling at me while I help him get up. "This is so embarrassing" he chuckles after we look at each other for way too long again.
"Are you alright? That guy just drove through red lights" I ask again, checking his face for wounds by looking at every inch of it's beautiful existence.
"I'm alright, yeah, it doesn't hurt that much" he replies, dusting off his hands. "Are you sure? Maybe you should go see a doctor" I suggest, feeling myself getting a little concerned about him.
"No no, that's okay, I'm alright. Thank you for warning me, I already thought I heard your voice. Made me think I was in heaven for a second" he chuckles, making me laugh with him. That's freaking adorable, why does he have to be so freaking adorable...
"Can you walk?" I ask, so he nods his head and I take him to the sidewalk. "Thank you, I appreciate you helping me" Chris says once we get there, so I smile at him, telling him that it's okay.
The driver didn't even come out of his car after hitting Chris, he just drove off when we got out of the way. Such an asshole, who does something like that?
