Chapter One
Ariel's POV
I jolt wake to the sound of the booming thunder of the storm outside. It hasn't stopped raining like this for numerous days. Constantly, I wake up from the mix of thunder and the one tretoriuos dream I can't seem to not have. The one dream that reminds me of how happy I used to be. The one dream where I was satisfied with the way my life had turned out, and wanted to keep that way. The one dream where I wasn't the only one in it, but with a person that flipped my world upside down from the first time we met. To this day, that person has yet to apoligize, or even try to acknowledge what I'm going through. Well, no one knows what I"m going through, because I have no one to tell.
I live alone, in my apartment a couple of blocks from Times Square. I found this place at a decent price considering it's on the busiest spot of New York. I have my degree from college in music, I'm a pianist. Something about making music, knowing that it's your sound, your thought that was put into, and seeing the faces reactions when you play, is breathtaking.
I work at a restaurant, very high class, and just play the piano in the dining room. On occasions, the owner puts me on the stage and draws everyone's attention towards me. It makes me feel wanted, and that I affected someone, in a good way. The manager, and my boss, Bryson, heard me playing in my apartment. We're neighbors. So I landed the job, which is not an ideal job that's commonly heard of you know, playing music, then getting paid. But I love it.
I rise from my bed and start to walk to the door of my room, head down the hallway to the balcony. I find myself drawn to this instrument whenever my sleep fails to come to me. I run my fingers along the stool, with the my initials, ALR, carved in a beautiful script. Next, underneath, is a message. A message only carved for me, a reminder of that one person in my dream, who had this stool made for me.
That one person that ruined my trust in all people.
The person with the most breathtaking, captivating, piercing emerald eyes.
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Finally, Everything Falls Into Place.
FanfictionAriel Roberts, lives in The heart if New York City Times Square. She's been there for a year and counting. She works at a high class restaurant on the strip. But while walking to work one day, she saw someone she never thought she'd see again....
