"Beep...beep...beep..."
The sound was becoming louder by the second and even in her slumber, Y/N felt herself becoming increasingly annoyed.
"Beep...beep...beep..."
As she struggled to shake the dark haze from her mind, her eyes felt as if they were involuntarily opening and closing themselves.
Her limbs, one by one, slowly stretched and reached out as if to grasp onto the minuscule bits of light that managed to creep through her eyelids. Bits of light that were almost as incessantly irritating as the blaring that was still emanating from the clock throughout the small room.
"Beep...beep...beep..."
Y/N told herself she would force her eyes to stay open as she reached up with one hand to wipe the bits of sleep from her eyes, groaning quietly beneath her breath. Propping herself up onto her elbows, she looked to her right. The alarm clock, that was surely becoming a regrettable purchasing, sung out it's melody, beckoning her awake. Shutting off the alarm, she threw herself back down onto the bed and promised herself that she would get up in the next five minutes.
After breaking her own promise to get up in five minutes, she finally emerged from her comforter twenty minutes later and had managed to throw her legs over the side of the bed. She winced at the pain that radiated from her back and massaged her temples, trying to discourage the headache that was already forming.
No matter. The pain would subside per usual when she took her morning shower and allowed the hot water to massage her sore muscles. Her time of reflection and peace would always take place in the shower, her one spare moment of the day reserved for appreciating the tranquility of being alone before she would eventually have to venture outside.
Not even bothering to open the curtains in her room, Y/N trudged her way to the bathroom, eager for an escape from whatever emotions she was currently feeling. She turned on the shower and began to disrobe, throwing her pajamas and underwear into a nearby laundry basket out in the hallway.
As she felt the water run down her body, Y/N mentally went over her schedule for the day and made sure to map everything down to the hour.
Perhaps it helped ease her anxiety, or maybe it was a way for her to maintain control. Whatever it was, it always brightened her mood. That along with the steam that had fully taken over the bathroom by that point.
Somehow managing to get out of the shower without slipping and falling, she wrapped one warm towel around her body and another around her head before pulling out some lotion and deodorant.
Looking at herself in the mirror, she took a moment to take in her appearance. Her wet hair stuck in dark waves to her forehead, and the back and sides were cut close to her scalp. Her Y/C eyes seemed unnaturally light today, despite her slightly sour mood, and dark circles held a permanent residence beneath her eyes. Y/N stepped closer to the mirror and cringed. Could she be any paler?
"Call me Bella from Twilight"
Y/N grimaced slightly at her pitiful attempt at humor before walking into her bedroom, shivering slightly from the cool air that hit her legs as she took a step out of the warm bathroom. She took a deep breath and headed to her closet to grab some clothes.
There was an upside to owning her own company, and for her, it was the luxury of wearing whatever she wanted. Hell, she could show up to her company meetings in her favorite pajama bottoms and nobody would bat an eye. Though the mere thought of doing so seemed a bit inappropriate and Y/N had a habit of trying to carry herself in a professional manner.
Besides, it would be difficult for anyone to take her seriously if she arrived in pants splattered with sriracha bottles and the words "Keep it spicy" written in bold letters on the front.
Because of this, Y/N opted for a casual, yet somewhat sophisticated look. She picked out black jeans, a black cashmere sweater, her favorite white sneakers, and a long, dark grey overcoat to combat the cold weather that still plagued the city she lived in. After putting on everything except for the coat, she headed to the bathroom to quickly fix her hair with some product and throw her towels in the hamper to be washed.
As she opened the double doors with a fresh cup of coffee in her hand, Y/N walked out onto the small balcony that overlooked the city and sat down in one of the metal chairs that her best friend had talked her into buying.
New York City looked even bleaker than usual. Heavy fog enveloped the entire city and dark grey clouds refused to let more than a few rays of sunshine through. The air felt damp and heavy, and a light mist was present. Y/N took another sip of her coffee as something below caught her eye. From her apartment, she had a perfect view of Central Park and it was one of the reasons why she had purchased the condo two years prior.
Y/N smiled lightly as she watched a man dance with a woman who laughed at him in amusement. He grabbed her by the waist and gently dipped her, making sure to capture her lips as he lifted her back up. The smile never leaving the woman's face, she lightly slapped his arm and wrapped her hands around his bicep before they continued making their way down the path. It was such a small moment, but to Y/N, it was nothing sort of beautiful.
Her smile slowly disappeared as her mind started to replay memories from a happier time.
Sighing, Y/N took her now empty coffee mug to the sink and sat down at her kitchen table to go over any last minute paperwork for an upcoming project. Her MacBook flickered to life and she quickly skimmed the spreadsheets that outlined the financials for said project. She jotted down a few tasks for her assistant that she needed completed by the end of the week and shoved her laptop and papers into her backpack. Pulling on her overcoat, she slung the backpack over one shoulder and grabbed leftovers from the fridge for lunch.
Juggling some books in one hand and her water bottle in the other, she locked her apartment door and headed downstairs, waving a good morning and goodbye to the doorman.
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Hey everyone! This is my first story that I've ever written for this page and I'm excited to see where it goes. Obviously this is the first chapter so it just gives you some insight into Y/N. Don't worry, a certain green-eyed beauty will make her appearance soon!
Much love and stay safe out there <3
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Emerald's Eye (Lauren/You)
Fanfiction"May you fall in love with someone who never gets tired of saving you from your own chaos" 25 year old Y/N is a world-renowned architect based out of New York. She's quiet, spends most of her free time alone, and has put her love of architecture abo...
