does love matters?
Autumn Maeve, a woman who doesn't stand with 'love'. She feels like she has a barrier with that word making it hard to broken all those walls. No one will ever broke it, she thinks.. or will it be?..
Golden retriever x black cat...
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"Not really went as i planned"
Autumn Maeve.
My body felt like i was just hit by a jolt of thunder. My breathing unsteady; chest falling and raising in a heavy pace. i looked over to the mirror beside me, realizing how drenched my body is with sweat. Great, another nightmare .
I sighed, drowning my face in my hands. Slowly regaining my composure, control my breathing and sitting up from my bed.
Its always been like this, the same nightmare, and the same morning. it feels like i came here for nothing. I wanted to moved on but it just feel like my brain just decided to keep me stuck on the past.
The running water on the sink sometimes helps with all the pain. Looking up to the mirror, i realized what i came here for. I can't just give up. I have a purpose. And i will prove to them that i can do it.
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It's in a late September morning, just another busy day at New York. I decided to wear a white shirt and top it off with some warm brown blazer to keep me comfortable for the day. It's pretty windy and cold outside, besides, it is Autumn.
Today is a really important day, i have an important meeting, with an important client. So i rushed myself up to done my makeup and went off as fast as i could.
Leaving my apartment and walking down the streets to get my morning coffee is just a part of my routine that i can't leave before starting the day. At least in this cruel world i could still enjoy a cup of latte.
The Cafe bell rings as i entered the place. A sharp familiar smell of coffee and fresh baked bread went straight into my nose, successfully making my eyes more awake.
"The usual?" Thebrunette haired man asked whiles bopping the screen of the cashier monitor as i stand right in front of it. He's Alan, i've been going to this coffee shop since i moved in to New York. So he obviously started to notice me and we get a simple chat sometimes.
"yup." I popped the 'p'.
"One Caramel latte coming right up." He bopped the screen again. I went through my purse trying to find my card, and giving it to him after.
Just a couple minutes later, He calls my name. The usual calming scent of latte lighten up my mood immediately. As i was sipping the warm liquid i looked over to my watch.
