Love Me Like I Do

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I do not know what I should this missing, what it could be. It is more like a hole in my chest. All because I can not get over the fact that the jerk was gone, leaving me to see walls. But as my mother said, I had to be strong.

(...)

According to the alarm sound for fear I wrapped the sheets over my head and began to whimper, damn day of my interview. I got fired from my old store, and decides to look for something great, as had just graduated in arts and so far had not found any company, however, a Frost Inc.

I got up and felt my back ached, the mattress is very uncomfortable. Certainly I should buy another, but luck is not on my place this time; I am seeing that I was fired and my financial situation would not help much get up without complaint.

Practically drag me into the bathroom and go near the sink, she looked at my face. I do not look that little girl more, still have a flushed face, my eyes on the other hand do not go very well with my life. Below are my own funds.

Background sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Or should I say a very long golden node. I pick up my brush and start making my hygiene.

When you exit the bathroom so tight, I went straight to the wardrobe, set aside one lavender dress, sneakers and finally a purple cardigan.

The results were not quite what I expected, but seeing that look more like an adult with my choice, I will let her. More trouble is my beloved hair.

The fringe is not quiet and a moth would not help seeing that it was almost on top of the hour, just grabbed and pulled into a ponytail putting it up. Playing the yellow tentacles of my face behind the ear.

I walked through the kitchen, seeing that he would not have time to eat went toward the door, but was stopped by a girl of Pigtails in the middle of the hall.

The redhead strawberry cream hair, gave me an angry look and forced to go to my kitchen.

"Zellie, you will not leave without drinking or eating something you know you can not," she says, sigh.

"I can not Anna, should have been in my interview" whimper, she pushes me a grain dish.

"Eat at least this dish, you can go without sermons" she says crossing her arms.

"I can buy a coffee on the way to the gallery"

"No, now eat."

In a spoonful I managed to eat the dish, she looked at me with wide eyes and pointed to the orange juice that was the front of a cereal box.

"Thank you, now please can I? Unfortunately I am still lagging behind"

"All right, all right," exclaimed smiled "You can go small, good luck"

"Thanks," I say honestly, smiling, I got up and ran to the door.

"Now, go! Or yer be later," she returned my smile.

(...)

The taxi left me in a home or building full of very tall glass in front is stamped on the glass 'Gallery Frost'.

I went to the front door and I was amazed with the tables and lighting, gray walls were the addition to the ruby ​​red floor.

With my distraction just hitting someone with a number of papers in his hand, I turned to see a girl almost white blond hair.

"You must be the new secretary is not it?" grumbles, I reached down with flushed face to help her with the papers, get up when I saw how beautiful she was compared to me. On your side look like a child so immature.

"Ee not. I came to interview the lady" below the head, should not be so naive and submissive.

"Oh, so you're the Rapunzel Isabela Corona? Of 11hr You know it's late," he says with an air of superiority, I blush and nod.

"Y-yes"

"Well, I'll talk to the Sr.Frost to receive you, but do not count on luck," she says, nod a little disappointed.

I hear her sigh and pull me into the gallery. I see several people staring at me, until I see a large glass size, and some padded chair.

"Look, sit and wait here. He would not reject a girl. I'll see what I can do Rapunzel" she says, and then enter the door. Leaving me with poker face.

I looked at the chair, and sat breathing deeply, me and Anna need this job, or should I say myself. I arrange a house out of the house of Anna and Kristoff. I feel like a stranger there, with their relationship should not be around. Most certainly it was fleeting.

I scared at the time the blonde left the room, she was no longer with the most yes roles with a small smile. His hand together in front of her she motioned to the door.

"Sr.Frost will receive the now Miss Isabella" she left, I muttered as I got up, I hate anyone who calls me the middle name. Not thing to do. Just tell Miss Corona, or just Rapunzel.

The formality and the appearance of the place, the owner certainly would be 50 or 40 years, gray hair to match the color and appearance of the icy gallery.

I looked at the door, walked a couple of step and already inside the place, on the one hand is different, and much colder than the other room or even the elevator.

I and my clumsiness I ended up tripping over my own feet and falling to the ground, biting her lower lip a little strong, my face heated with embarrassment, I heard steps toward me, I looked up to find my future boss.

On the contrary to be someone old, but rather someone who is the same age than me. Sculpted jaw and the only thing I was sure it was his hair hue.

"You must be my new office not?"