Unspoken Love

Chapter One

It had always seemed so delightful and exhilarating. To watch my friends from grade school grow up to watch the inky lines travel over their skin to show their true love's first words to them. The entire civilization was prepared at a young age about the means that people would connect for the rest of their existence. Various people only had one word or a phrase. Many people even had multiple. Oh, how I envied each.
The coming of age varied for each person. One person could discover the statement at age eight to the latest possibility of age twenty. No others had their soul mate's words past that. Yet here I stand at the ripe old age of twenty-five,  much too overdue to discover the words that would forever rewrite my life. The remarkable words could make my heart beat faster than a hummingbird's wings. And yet, I hunch over at my kitchen table in my insignificant apartment with a bitter cup of coffee, not a single inky blotch dampening my skin.
I snatch another glance up at the clock. Its pale face reveals that it is close to three in the morning. I silently curse as I let my head dip to my table. My final for my Psychology class was another day closer, and however, I had retained no additional knowledge than I had begun the evening with.
I bring the coffee mug up to my lips, draining the remaining liquid. My eyelids threaten to plummet as I attempt to stand. My knees quiver, begging me to relieve them of movement. I drop the cover of my textbook, a plop sound echoing against the bare walls surrounding me. 
Bringing my hands up to the sides of my face, I rub my eyes, endeavoring to subdue the sting from an evening of studying. I pull the headphones from my eyes as I begin to begrudgingly trudge from my seat to the counter. From my small window above my sink, I watch the sun peak through my tattered blinds and the trees.
The background behind the glowing star of pinks, oranges, and soft reds swirling together provokes a fragile smile on my lips. My thoughts embark on a story of two goddesses falling in love and painting the sky with their love and pride for one another. I rest my hands against the counter as the sun rises higher in the landscape, my mind still weaving the love story together.
My heart rate spikes as the antagonistic screaming of my five o'clock alarm pierce my mind, forcing away the two lovers.  I shake my head, my hands reaching for my phone to silence the blaring.
'How long have I been standing there?' My mind ponders. I make my way toward my coffee pot, squinting my eyes as I reveal the fact it is empty.
"Fuck..." I grumble as I recall emptying it an hour or so ago. I pour out the coffee grounds from my last batch as I start the process of obtaining the blessing of caffeine. Once I press start, I check my phone to realize it's 5:16 AM and promptly make my way towards my bedroom.
I open my drawers to realize I forgot to do my laundry.  Screaming mentally, I slam my drawer shut and move towards the laundry basket,  regretting my life choices as I squirm my arm through the clothing. I grab a shirt, and a pair of pants, and shut my eyes, preparing myself for the worst.  I bring the clothing up to my nose, taking a deep breath. A breath of relief escapes my lungs.
"Needs perfume or something, but could be worse." I shrug, stretching my arms. I run back to my chest of drawers and pull out my undergarments,  and hurry toward my bathroom. I rush into the room, pulling off my clothing, and hopping into the scorching hot water. The water flows down my body, the exhaust following it towards the drain.