Arabella Wilson, a middle-school history teacher, and Jason Thorne, an orthopedic surgeon. There is no conventional way for them to run into each other, but their first meeting couldn't have been more disastrous if they even tried. However, their p...
After taking the quickest shower of my life, as I was running out of the bathroom, my feet caught on the rug and fell face first smack on the floor.
Today was not a good day. And it was Monday.
I allowed a whole minute of agony for myself and I quickly got up and pulled out the first outfit I could get my hands on, a black shirt with grey pants and black stilletoes. Throwing my chestnut brown hair in a quick ponytail, I quickly found a pair of diamond studs and did my makeup.
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I was running around my apartment trying to find my purse and car keys. And as soon as I found them, I was out of my apartment. It seemed like the whole world wanted me to get late today. The elevator was still out of order, so I had to climb down three storeys.
At last I was sitting in my car, pulling out of the parking lot. But I was still 15 minutes behind schedule. I was driving as fast as I can without getting pulled over.
My phone started ringing in my purse. I don't know who was calling me at 8 in the morning.
Keeping one hand on the wheel, I tried finding my phone but couldn't. I was running my hand all around the backseat but it just wasn't there.
Giving up, I turned around and there it was on my backseat. I leaned to grab it, and as soon as I turned around, there was suddenly a person in front of my car.
After that, it seemed like everything happened in slow motion.
I tried to apply brakes in time, but still collided with the person.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
This can't be happening.
I killed someone. I killed someone.
No no no no no.
I closed my eyes for a few moments, thinking that this was all just a really bad dream and I will wake up when I open my eyes.
But nothing as such happened. It was all very real.
I got out of my car to assess the damage. The person was lying on the ground, a couple of feet away. He was not moving.
He was dead.
Oh no no no no.
He groaned. He GROANED. And tried to get up. As he turned his head, I saw his eyes were open. They were a very beautiful hazel color.
Thank god he was not dead.
I rushed to his side and helped him sit up. I assessed him for any injuries. There was no visible injury on his face but his hands were pretty injured and bloody. I couldn't assess any other injuries.
