Let Tomorrow Come (final)

I FOUND YOU! Chapter 1.

CHRISTINA.

The alarm clock is ringing, I need to wake up. The sun peeks through the morning fog. I reluctantly stretch and look at my graduate rommate Lily. She is still sleeping. Today her classes start later than mine. She's lucky. I try not to make any noise and go to wash and take a shower.

I moved to Glasgow a year and a half ago and am now in my second year at Art School. We have a lot of theory and even more practice. Studying comes easy to me, and therefore I have a lot of free time, during which I often walk along the city streets or read books. Sometimes Lily invites me to her friends, but they are noisy and I don't really like them. I have a good neighbor. She is the life of the party, but not too open. Friends always go to her for advice. She knows how to keep secrets and calm down heartbroken students. At the same time, she does not have a boyfriend, although she is pretty and well-mannered. This is, of course, strange, but for me it's only a plus, because I'm in love with John, who turned out to be not my brother at all. However, my love is unrequited, and I like that someone else is lonely besides me.

I wrap myself in a towel and go make breakfast. Today let there be toast with cheese. Before class I want to walk a little. I really love May when the leaves bloom. I can watch them endlessly. And then everything around turns green.

Nothing special happens in pairs, the session is coming soon. My classmates are nervous, but I'm not. I'm always a little away from them. They unite interest groups of several people, but I still haven't found a company for myself. But I don't need that. The teachers praise me, but I don't care. I'm just doing what a good student should do. I draw with particular enthusiasm, but at the School of Art we often paint something more standard.

Sometimes I want to come home and be in a familiar environment, then I call Jack (now it's difficult for me to call him father) and ask him to pick me up. He always finds time for me. And I still love him like a father. And now, when the pairs run out, I dial the number and say:

"Jack, will you come for me?"

Of course, he agrees, and a few hours later I am sitting in his car, we are driving along a road with hills and fields. Depeche mode songs are playing. I fell in love with this band for their melancholic and calm sound. As a result, I fell asleep. I woke up already near the house.

"Come out, Chris," he tells me.

I get out of the car, walk, say hello to the house workers along the way, go up to my room, throw my bag on the chair and fall back onto the bed. I look at the ceiling and inhale the smell of home. I change clothes, go downstairs, and go into the kitchen. Marco smiles at me.

"Your favorite cakes, miss."

"Indeed, with waffle mushrooms. Thank you, dear chef," I say to him.

I go to the living room. There is now a large TV on the wall. I turn on "Jane Eyre" and watch it again, for the third or even fourth time. And every time I discover something new for myself. I imagine myself in Jane's place. But where is my Mr. Rochester? Probably, someday in my life he will appear and love. Although I already love a person who hardly loves me. I'll never ask John about this directly, it's too embarrassing. Moreover, I heard that beautiful girls always hover around him. Well, yes, he is harmful, but charming. And I'm short, unremarkable, what can I claim? I can only look at how his future life will be arranged. It hurts me to see someone next to him, but there is nothing else I can do.

But how exactly is John? In those rare moments when we cross paths, he is always cold towards me, very tense and, as usual, rude. But that's good. It's easier for me to focus on the fact that he didn't know about my feelings, otherwise he will laugh at me. And I can't stand this.

I turn off the TV and go to the greenhouse. They allocated a corner for me and Jack personally planted tea roses and chrysanthemums there. Some look pompous and festive, others are simple and strict but no less beautiful. Today I don't want to draw. I sit down on the chair left for me and inhale the smell of flowers. This brings back memories of my first exhibition. And about HIM... The sun is partially hidden behind a cloud, and rain, small and fast, begins to knock on the glass of the greenhouse. It gives way to some clouds, rainbows and evening sun. I open the door and turn my face towards the departing warm rays.

"Let's go home, honey. Now the sun will set below the horizon, and you will feel cold. You didn't even put on a jacket."

Jack hands me my denim jacket. I pull myself up and reluctantly leave the beautiful island of my hope and dreams. Tomorrow a new day awaits me.