A story of an old love. Never been seen, A girl's life takes a poetic turn when she discovers her grandmother's friend's secret diary after her Death. Amelia finds out that her closest old aunt has died. Old aunt only had a love for her. Who died ag...
I came from hell and You came from hell too, We met and made it heaven. ~Amelia Carpenter
He looks at me closely and says " It's the first time I met a different girl".
"I guess you never looked for anyone else rather than Sonya," I said.
He raises his brows and agrees with my statement.
"Then what's your personality like?" He asks through our weird staring competition
Listening to him I agree with the answer " I am a boring girl. I just like to work the whole day, watch anime, and a long walk to the bus stop. That's it I love it and I do get time for dating and stuff but I never do it."
"Well, you came here though," He says while making his brows go near his eyes.
"Just because of Brad" I exclaimed.
He makes an O face.
"what are you likely to be in the personality thing," I ask him.
"oh, I am an outing guy totally, In my free time I walk around, go to clubs, and dance and drink." He said in an explanatory tone.
"We are totally opposite," I said "yep, exactly" He and I agrees on the statement.
"Have you ever tried a club?" He asked.
"nope I think it's for toxic people" I taunt him. he smiles the pain away.
" Okay then let me show you it for once". He adds that he wants to prove his fucking point that the club is not boring.
" Okay, but you also have to go art museum with me". I add as I don't want to show myself as a boring person.
"let's split the bill" He eagerly said as we are about to finish our coffee. I nodded and we paid the bill.
We walked and he opened the door for me. His hands were fucking vein full and were about to tear his shirt off. It seriously was attention. I shift my eyes and walked out.
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We walked out and I sighed. He started staring at me and I ignored him looking at the sun.
Jed's pov
I met Amelia today. She was average at the first, But when I got to know her. She wasn't interested in me at all. We just argued over our crushes.
" Okay, but you also have to go art museum with me," She said as we walked outside to pay our bill. The main thing she paid for her own herself.
All the girls I met were either gold diggers or just wanted a night with me
But I felt like she is my competitor in a competition where we have to prove our personality it was neither a date nor an attraction anymore. As I was in my thoughts her words distracted me.
"hey, Let's go it's already dark in here," She said.
"let me take you to my favorite club in the town," I said as I was fucking eager.
We started walking her hands were on her handbag. She looked and was trying to figure out the locality. She made a pout face and her hair touched her lips. We reached
"What the fuck" I said when I saw my favorite pub was closed. The board says " Under Construction". I looked at her. She was laughing.
" Good god," She said as she looked at me smiling and laughing her ass off. As watching her I smiled too.
"my turn" she shouted and I nodded. We turned back from the path.
She took me to an art museum. I was elegant. We went inside. There were several paintings that were nicely colored and I lost her looking into some paintings.
I followed her back again.
"Hey, are you understanding any of the paintings in here?" She asks
" Well no," I answer. " There is a painting of a lover standing behind her love while she was getting married to a man she made love to, Made by the lover itself". She explains it to me while relating it to our life. "relatable isn't it " She again taunts and I nodded. She started explaining other paintings while for a moment I stared at her like I am in a sort of attraction.
Her hair and her moving lips were making contact as I am staring at her like crazy.
We moved out. As it was midnight and we walked to the bus stop. I wanted to drop her but listening to her ideal day. I just dropped her at the bus stop.
Her bus was still away. "How was your day then?" She asked.
" Not bad" I hummed.
she smiles and nodded" Mine too".
Her bus came. I wanted to talk more. "Do you wanna talk more by chance?" I asked keeping away my ego. She stares at me. "Not like a date or friend but more like a therapist".
" Am I this good talking to you?" She said.
"Nah, But I felt I can trust you," I said " Can I call in my bad days" I again interrupted.
She shouted her no. and said " Text me hi and save my no. as Therapist".
"Okay," I said while I watched her getting on the bus.
We both waved each other bye.
All you did to me was smile. Let's meet again for the first time. ~jed olsen.
