See You Soon

Today is the day

Shailene's POV
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I get up in the morning drowsy and starving. I didn't go to sleep until 2:00 in the morning, because of ... him. His beautiful eyes. His loving smile. His humor. His musical talent. Him. My stomach begins to growl, so I eat my honey covered oats, and tangerine juice. My room is quiet and calm. Just the way I like it. I look at the clock and notice it's 2:00 pm. My dinner with Ansel is at 5:00, shit. I gotta get ready. I race to my luggage and scavenge for ANYTHING fancy Ansel hasn't seen me with. Nothing. Great. I begin to panic, and stress. Okay my hair takes 30 min. to style, another 30 min. for my nails, an hour to take a quick nap. Just freaking great Shai. I crouch down into a ball and rock back and forth. Then, I here a knock at the door. I slowly walk towards it, and peep through the hole. No one. I carefully open the door, and scan the hall left to right only to find no one. Something at my feet catches my eye. A big rectangular box with a turquoise bow on top. I slowly pick it up and bring it inside. I open in up only to find a note from Ansel. "Shai, I hope you're doing well. I got you something for today. I hope you find your present to be just as stunning as I find you. See you soon. - Ansel." "Aweeee!", I whisper. I open the black wrapping paper surrounding the gift. OH MY GOD. It was a beautiful black dress from Chanel. The more I stared at it, the more detail I found. It had lace trimming in the decoté. A fine black velvet ribbon hugging tight of the waist, and much more. I quickly race to the bathroom to try it on. It fits perfectly. I grab a bath, and quickly do my hair. I just comb it out since there's not much you can do with a pixie cut. I put on a deep dark lavender nail polish and carefully do my makeup. A soft definition of brown to my crease to define my Hazel eyes, a cat eye eyeliner, mascara, and a sweet soft plum lipstick. okay. I look pretty hot if I do say so myself.
I leave my hotel and take the cab. A young man in the front seat is setting his GPS. "Where to ma'am?", he asks impatiently. " "Bouley please.", I say calmly. He looks stressed and tired, so I do what I don't normally do, which is ask him where he's from. I just sit quietly and stare out the window. "163 Duane Street. Thank you have a good day ma'am.", He says taking the change I have handed him. I get out and notice the restaurant is across the street. I also notice Ansel is at a quiet little booth inside the restaurant on his phone, waiting for me. He quickly looked up and noticed me, and smiled. I look left and right to see if any cross walks are near by. Neither sides have crosswalks near me, so I decide to just cross the street. I take 4 large steps forward, only to feel a large fast moving object hit me down. I lay there in agonizing pain, hoping it would all go away. Hoping I could just get up and walk inside like I should've, but I didn't. Ansel, he's so close, yet so far away. I feel as though I'm drifting away. My pain is now replaced with numbness. I attempt to look down at my body, my I can barely even move my neck. I'm ... paralyzed. I attempt to cry, or call for help, but I can't seem to do that either. I see a figure running towards me out of a yellow taxi cab. My driver. My driver had hit me. After all he did seem tired. He races towards me and begins to panic. "Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god... are you okay? Can you here me ma'am? Oh my god. What have I done. I'm so sorry. It was an accident. I didn't mean to.", He quickly cries out. I here another yell. Ansel's yell. "SHAILENE!!!!", He cries out. He dashes over tables and the railing all the way to me. He slowly elevates my head from the ground, and a sharp surge of pain strikes me. "Aaahhhhhhhhhhh", I cry. "Shhhh shhhhhh its okay, its okay I'm here with you now, it's okay shai stay with me okay? Okay shai?", He says crying and stroking my cheeks. "YOU! YOU DID THIS. IM GONNA KILL YOU.",he says screaming at the young taxi driver. " I know. I know, I'm so sorry. I'm really tired and I didn't pay attention, and it was an accident and it's all my fault and-", he begins, but Ansel cut him off with " You're damn right it's all your fault. How could you not pay attention while driving! That's your fucking job god dammit!" The taxi driver began to cry uncontrollably. As Ansel kept scolding the poor tired driver, I felt a quick pop in my neck, and black out. noises and voices begin to fade away. The arguing stopped, and the last thing I here is "Shai?".