“I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”
― Maya Angelou
Astrid, The Dreamer:
People always say that love is wonderful, or love is the truest thing you could ever hope to find; but what if you've never found such a thing as "love"? I know I haven't. All I have ever loved is my cat, my orange tabby cat named Ember. He's always been there for me, and I occasionally, sometimes, talk to him. But who doesn't talk to their animals? It's natural; in a way.
Right now I was at work, listening to the music playing in the background as I sat behind the counter, bored out of my mind. I wanted to go home, sit on the couch and watch movies; with my cat cuddling either on my lap or next to me. See, that wasn't boring.
But I needed the extra hours, I was a bit behind on the rent. Plus, college let out early today, so I agreed when my boss asked if I could come in; because one of my co-workers was out sick.
Flipping through a magazine, trying to occupy myself, I heard the loud *ding* that signaled someone had just entered the store. I pushed the magazine aside, looking up from the counter top. "Hello, how may I help you?" I asked the teenage girl that was practically clinging to her boyfriend.
"We're just looking." The male said, jerking away from his desperate girlfriend. I only nodded, looking out of the window.
It was a nice day, the sun was out and it smelled of Spring. I absolutely loved it. Too bad I had to be in here, instead of out there; in the lovely weather.
This was going to be a long day.
"Do you really think I'm an idiot?" I asked, turning to look at the couple that had just walked in a few moments ago.
They froze, not even glancing my way. I sighed, stepping away from the counter and making my way towards them. "Drop all of the records and give them to me." I told the male, since he was the one carrying most of them.
He bit on his lip ring, taking them out of his jacket and handing the records to me; one by one. He was thinking of stealing six total.
"Now leave. Don't think about coming back, either." I growled, looking at him. They both left, hurriedly, while I went to put them all in their rightful places.
Stupid thieves.
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Lovely Astrid
Romance"Astrid, you don't realize the consequences that come with love," he said, walking away. And really..she didn't. She's never been in love, never even talked to a boy, let alone kissed one. All she had was her best friend Brigitte and her tabby cat...
