All The Things I Should'Ve Done

Chapter 1

"The power of a glance has been so much abused in love stories, that is has to be disbelieved in. Few people dare now to say that two beings have fallen in love they have looked at each other. Yet it is in this way that love begins, and In this way only."

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I shut the sides of my book closed against each other, glancing at the wide window in front of me

"Done already?" My father said while keeping his gaze on the road ahead

I shrugged "No, it's just boring."

I used to hate reading, I would've rather went swimming with a ten pound weight tied around my leg ; But now it's all I spend my time doing.
It makes life a lot more bearable, because I get to escape it even if just for a few minutes.

"What's so boring about it?" My father chuckled

The sides of my lips turned upwards a little "It's like every other romance book, predictable."

"And what's so wrong with a book being predictable?"

I bit my lip and turned to face him "It's no fun"

We both bursted out in laughter at my words, something that barely happens anymore.

Ever since my mother passed away, it's like her death is following me everywhere: Everything I do, everything I see, everything I smell reminds me of her. And i can't tell if I'm going crazy or if it's just a mere coincidence.

I have thought about talking with my father about it, but I don't want to stress him any further. So I made a promise to myself to never tell anyone, and hopefully the more time goes by, the less severe it'll be.

Me and my father were both on our way to London after he accepted a new job offer. He worked for a technology company of some sorts, and he'd been offered a position as the manager of the main location situated in, guess, London.

It was going to be quite a big change to say the least, you know, moving from a small village in Scotland to the capital of the United Kingdom

But I never complained.

After my mother's death my father would spend most of his hours at work, coming home later than usual, I assumed it was to keep himself busy

He also started drinking a little, don't get me wrong he wasn't an alcoholic or anything, but it still worried me seeing him struggling so much.

That's why I was content when he told me about his new job opportunity, maybe we'd both get to start fresh.

I was really happy for him, hopefully It'd get his mind off things, and maybe we'd be able to live as the happy family we were before.

"We're close" my father lightly smiled as he turned to look at me

I nodded, noticing we were approaching a road full of expensive cars and tall white houses. Never have I ever in my life witnessed so many Rolls-Royce's & Porches parked next to each other.

I shut my mouth after noticing I was quite literally drooling from keeping it open for so long and snapped back into reality.

Imagine how cool it would be to live in a street
like th-