It was a dark and stormy night.
Black clouds loomed over the horizon. Lightning flashed, followed by thunderous roars. Little chains of silver fell from the dark eternal sky to the ground, splashing everywhere, before becoming still. It was bleak; the coldness could pass through the layers of cells and reach the bones, chilling one from within.
And the inky black colour spoke of danger, of helplessness and of despair. It spoke of the night.
And in the midst of the cheerless gloom, there was a light, the softest blue colour becoming lighter and lighter, as the clouds near it became darker, as if painted with strokes of blue.
And this colour and the small ray of hope it seemed to possess was looked upon by eyes of the same shade.
And under these clouds she stood, helpless, broken and wronged.
Just like the colourful bloom of temporary lights in the sky she shone.
Her petite self, hunched, her face upturned and in the white beautiful gown, she was a sight to behold.
The drops of water falling on her pale face washed away her tear stains, but couldn't numb the soaring pain. It could hide her tears but couldn't hide her helplessness. Her once bright blue eyes were now pale, frozen, and opaque. They held no meaning, no light. Her once bubbly personality had gone, leaving behind the shell of the girl she used to be.
She was broken.
The beautiful fluffy white skirt was in a bunch in her left hand and her anburn hair was ruined, shielding half of her face, shielding it from his view.
The street lights illuminated the intricate patterns of her wedding dress, which was now torn and ruined. It showed the lines of her face and the lifeless stare of her eyes. It showed her misery.
He stood at a far distance watching the girl. Gray eyes scrutinizing the person with the blue ones. He gingerly kept the bag on the wooden seat, and looked at the girl once more.
Sighing loudly, he stepped out from the bus stop and walked towards her.
" You sure?" Ella asked the man sitting before her.
Mr. Anderson nodded his head, his light green eyes praising the brunnete before him. He had dealt with many people but this woman, with no business background, was one of the very few who managed to impress him.
Ella sighed loudly rubbing her forhead with her hands as she leaned heavily on the wooden cheap desk in her shop. Her eyes were concentrated on the small markings on the table, a particular one, in fact. It was a heart drawn by the only person she considered her family, except for the man sitting beside her, looking at her through half moon spectacles.
"Miss Jones, you do not need to worry about the provisions you will get. Mr. Walker will make sure of that."
" I neither doubt you nor your Mr. Walker. This is a huge step for me. This shop is my life and my dream."Ella spat.
Mr. Walker, a business tycoon from London has made her life a living hell. A few days ago her prime concern would have been the well being of the shop, her niece's poor health and maybe the whole stack of bills on the table in her office. But now Mr. Alexander Walker, like a thief, has silently and unexpectedly entered her world and stolen her peace. She hated the man for that.
" We understand." Ella openly glared at the young red headed man sitting next to Mr. Anderson. She didn't know his name and she didn't bother too. His manner of talking had greatly displeased her, enough for her to openly express her feelings for him.
