The Edge Of Yesterday

Chapter 5

The air was cold and fresh as I hung around the corner of the street, waiting for Rosie to show up. It was relatively busy outside; there were quite a lot of people walking along it in different ways; strolling and laughing with their friends, marching to wherever they were going in a hurry, simply wandering down it aimlessly, you get the idea.

All these people you see all have so much depth to them; they have all of these interests, all of these likes, dislikes, happy memories, sad memories, and yet to you, they are just another random person on the street, who you will probably never see again. Which is depressing, if you ask me. There's just so much that we'll never know. 

I didn't have a watch with me, so I had no idea what time it was. I decided to go up to someone and ask, since I had no other choice.

"Excuse me." I walked up to a man in a long trench coat, who didn't seem to be in a hurry. "Do you know what time it is?"

He looked at his watch, huffing. "It's 6:20 in the evening, lady." He then glared at me "Maybe sort out your life and stop running around dressed like a whore." He sauntered off before I could say anything.

What the fuck was his problem. Jesus Christ. 

Since I didn't expect him to be so rude, I was dumbstruck, not saying anything at all. This was one of those times that you would remember while you were in the shower, overthinking everything, and suddenly think of a very good comeback that you wish you would've said then.

It was 6:20. Rosie said that she would meet me here at 6. I had been waiting for her for 20 minutes.

Maybe she had forgotten about our plans, or maybe she decided that I was not worth her time. I knew that this would happen.

Staring across the street, I willed for her to show up. She would be walking up to me, smiling, talking to me and making jokes while we hung about. That would be very nice.

There was nobody like her on the street, although there was somebody with short, bright pink hair, and it was... ROSIE.

She walked up to me, smiling like she wasn't 20 minutes late. "Hi." she said casually.

"Hi. What took you so long?" I didn't intend on sounding so rude, so impatient when I said that, so I immediately regretted it.

"Traffic. You know how New York is, so I just had to walk the long way." she sighed. "Anyways, there's this second hand bookstore that's by here, and maybe we could go to a café afterwards" 

I smiled. "That would be awesome."

The bookstore was small and cramped, but it wasn't cramped in a bad way; more in a homely, comforting way. It had the pleasant smell of books and candles in it, along with about a million different books. It was Heaven for me.

"So" Rosie's eyes swiveled the bookshelves, carefully examining each and every book title. "What kind of books do you like?"

"Plenty. I can enjoy any genre, as long as it's well written." I continued "You know, there are so many books to read, but not enough time to read them, and not enough money to get those books as well."

"It blame it on capitalism."

"What about you? What do you like reading?" In my opinion, Rosie seemed like the type of person who would either be obsessed with reading horror novels and punk fanzines, or she wouldn't be interested in reading much, except for the occasional fanzine. Option 2 was unlikely though, because why would she bring me to a bookstore if she didn't like reading?

"Ok, so I really, really like the V for Vendetta comics' ' she flicked through the pages of a comic with very faded pages, one that you could barely read the words written on it. "They're great"