Unexpected Love.
Prologue.
January 1st, 2013.
12:42 AM.
Las Vegas, Nevada.
A girl made her way around all the people, the lights from all the signs shining on her face. It was a very cold night in Las Vegas, but all her coverage was a cardigan, with some ripped leggings. She's worn it for several months, only washing them a few times every week.
Her face was somewhat in the middle of clean and filthy - her dark, dark brown hair tangled and messy. Her fingers were skinny, the bones nearly showing. Her old combat boots were in tatters. The pair of old shoes had been through a lot. Rainy days - muddy paths, anything that could make it worn and damaged.
Her eyes were dull and gray. It seems to have lost its glint it once had. A look of sadness and sorrow was now etched into them - permanent, it seems like. They've lost their look of happiness ever since she's gone on her own, leaving everything she had behind.
The girl tucked a chunk of hair behind her ear as she turned at a corner. A cold breeze met her face, blowing back her hair, showing her facial features clearly. Eyebrows that weren't taken care of for months, cracked and dry lips, long, dark eyelashes. With the help of soap, water, and tweezers, her original beauty would be returned.
Turning another corner, her body impacted on another, their bodies colliding.
"Watch where you're going!" The person whom she bumped into yelled at her, throwing her a sharp and irritated look. The girl slowly got off the ground and mumbled a, 'sorry', continuing her route. After walking a block, the girl bumped into another person.
The person, in this case, was a guy a few years older. A ripe age of 21. He was going of no where in particular, just where he parked his car, retuning from his friend's new year party. His beige trench coat blew carelessly in the wind as he walked with a elegant stride. He kept his head down, lightly breathing. Puffs of his breath could be seen under the sidewalk lights from the crisp, cold Nevada air. He was coming from the opposing side of the girl, and for his gaze pointed down, they both collided into each other.
"I'm sorry, madam." He spoke in a smooth, calming voice. Even in such a sudden incident, his tone didn't raise, nor did he seem mad. He looked up, to see the girl with the gray eyes. The light hit her face, so that the right side was shadowed and barely seen. Only her eyes seemed to twinkle.
And twinkle they did. Her eyes met his and she couldn't respond to his apology to her. Her breath was caught in her throat, for she's never seen anyone like the guy before.
His blond hair was styled carelessly, his eyes glistening. They were the color of seaweed, his eyes, they were. Compared to her stormy gray ones, they were beautiful. She watched as he picked himself up and looked down at her. He leaned forward and offered a hand, extending out his arm.
The girl looked at it, like it was a joke. No one's ever treated her like this. Helping her up and beating polite, they never did. She reached out her hand and gently took his. The guy slowly pulled her up, surprised at how light she was.
"Thank you, sir." The girl whispered, looking down. The guy smiled, nodding in return. He looked up at her and wondered. Why was she out? Shouldn't she be celebrating the new year?
"Where are you headed?" He questioned, looking around. There wasn't a car in sight in where she was headed. She couldn't have been walking. It's too dangerous, she could be jumped. The girl was taken back at his question, gazing up at him. Could he not tell? Has he taken a look at her clothes - or her hair? Opening her mouth, she said nothing. Instead, she gestured down at her clothes and touched her tangled hair. She hadn't brushed it in quite awhile.
The guy took notice of her actions and looked down at the old cardigan and partially ripped leggings. He looked over at her fingers touching her hair. It was tangled - and didn't look like it wasn't washed in awhile. When he took in more detail, the more he noticed her skinny frame. She was painfully skinny - she must have not eaten a proper meal in awhile. He opened his mouth to speak and thought of what to say. "Y - you're homeless?"
The girl silently nodded and frowned. She felt something grasp her hand. Startled, she looked down at it. The guy was holding hers in his. The girl looked at him in alarm and pursed her lips in a straight line.
"Don't be afraid, Miss. Would you like a place to stay, some food to eat, a nice bath?" He questioned her, his eyebrows knitted together as he spoke.
"I don't know your name, though, kind sir." She spoke in a faint whisper, looking up at the stranger gripping her hand. "What is it? Your name, I mean."
The guy smiled at her concern of the lack of proper greeting. "Zachary. Zachary Kleen." In return, the girl smiled.
"I'm June. June Wellings." Her reply was, cracking a little smile at Zachary. A silence came over both of them as they both glanced at the ground, their hands breaking apart. June glanced over at Zachary. He seemed very.. polite. He must have been raised in a humble household. She took a deep breath and opened her mouth, taking a breath and speaking out. "Yes." She whispered. "Yes, please."
Zachary looked over at her with a puzzled look. She was answering yes, to what? Their eyes met and June smiled. "I'm accepting your offer."
