As someone who has had her heart broken more than enough times for it to be shattered, Jane can't help but be suspicious of Leon, after all, isn't everything temporary? So when he comes into her life, will she be able to let her fears go and love ag...
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His house is so large, I thought as I stand in front of the pristine white door. I wonder what he does to get so much money. He probably doesn't mooch off his parents like me. Unlike me, he had the guts to go out in life and work.
I desperately glance for anything that might have a reflective surface, just in case my hair's a bit messy, or my face looks too tired. The door is just shiny enough for me to look at myself.
It's not a pretty sight.
My hair is tied up in a very low ponytail, strands sticking out here and there. I still have the sweatshirt with the ugly stain on it, and my breath-
Wait, let me check.
Is terrible.
After Leon had called me to come over to his house, I immediately lost any other train of thought that I had. I had thrown on a sweater over my jacket, grabbed my computer and a water bottle, and jumped into my car.
I shouldn't have acted on impulse.
Now he's going to think I'm weird.
Who goes to a person's house without getting ready?
It's fine, I tell myself. I can't go back now, if I drive back home to get ready, then I'd have to disappoint Leon. I'd already told him that I would arrive in thirty minutes, and I don't want to make him lose faith in me.
Taking a deep breath, I look around again, at the pristine bushes, the smell of fresh air, and the looming modern castle staring down at me. I gulp.
I'm so not ready.
Since I arrived a bit early, I decided to sit on the porch before I got the guts to ring the doorbell. As I sit, I try to focus on the sounds around me. Just like the meditation guides on Youtube taught me.
Breathe in, breathe out.
Breathe in, breath out.
Right as I muster the courage to ring the doorbell, I hear the sound of vacuuming and Leon cursing. I smile. "This might not be the best time to disturb him." I say softly to myself.
I lie on the pavement for a few more minutes after the vacuuming stops, and give it a bit more time.
Slowly but surely, I lift myself off of the ground, and smash the doorbell with my pointer finger.
I did.
I breathe a sigh of relief.
It's over.
Footsteps run closer and closer to the door.
It opens with a creak.
It's definitely not over.
He looks gorgeous, like he always does. Although it looks as if he just woke up a few hours ago and hasn't change, somehow, he can pull it off. He could probably pull off a potato sack and get into Vogue as their front cover with a photo of him in it.
His hair is messily laid back, and he scratches it nervously as he looks at me. "Jane, so hey."
"Hi," I answer back awkwardly. What was it we were supposed to do?
"Yep, so you can come in, it might be a bit dirty," he gestures me to follow him inside. "You don't have to take off your shoes."
I walk inside, trying my best not to damage anything.
Messy might've been an understatement.
I had heard him at least trying to clean, so I assumed that his place would be partially cleaned too. Wrong.
Although the floor was very shiny and fresh, everything else looked like it came out of a hellhole. There were crumbs on the couch, plastic bottles of water strewn around, and even what looked like to be a burger patty lying on a coffee table.
I tried not to act disgusted, and secretly I was relieved inside.
Maybe he wasn't as perfect as I'd thought he'd be.
Maybe he's a bit more like me than I'd thought, though my room has never been this dirty.
"I apologize for the mess," his warm brown eyes look into mine, as he raises his eyebrows. "I don't clean this place too much, since I don't get a lot of visitors."
What did that mean?
I tried not to think to much of it.
"So, where can we work?" I tried asking.
"Oh yeah, we can work on the kitchen table, I have some crackers and drinks for you, if you're hungry."
I tiptoe around the mess, trying to only look at Leon, otherwise, I might throw up.
He pulls out a chair for me and waits for me to sit in it.
I jump up, and swing my legs around, watching him sit down too.
It's so quiet.
It's deathly quiet, just the two of us, looking directly at each other. His gaze burns into me uncomfortably, so much so that I just can't help but speak again to break the silence.
"So," I start to open up my laptop. "Let's get started."
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Hmmm a fitting t.s. quote...
"Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other"
