The Demigod's Broken Angel

Chapter 1: Introduction

Hello! Please try to read my little work of art (just PLEASE at least try). I hope you will also make some banners for me and share your thoughts regarding this story so soon. Please share some quotes and I will include it and tag you in my succeeding chapters. ;)

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May A.

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Chloe's POV

"You never fail to amaze me, baby, you're always full of surprises. Aren't you tired of making me fall in love with you harder every day?" Daniel said, his voice is full of enthusiasm.

"What the hell are you talking about? I'm not even doing anything, I just brought you some cookies!" I answered while giving him my most precious laugh.

"Oh really? You gotta be kidding me? 'Cuz I can only see you giving me that most mesmerizing view." he winked.

I know exactly what view he's talking about. He says he always admired my laughter. Daniel says it's like music to his ears. Do I believe him? Yes, of course I do! Even if he's just talking nonsense! I scowled at the idea.

"Hahaha, you're really a jerk! You always make my day, I can't imagine living without you, Daniel."

He kissed the tip of my nose next was my temple and gathered me into his arms.

"Mhhmmm, this is heaven." I thought silently.

"Just don't imagine it baby, 'cause I will never let that happen, I will always be here for you, even in your darkest days love, I will be there with you... I love you."

Criiiiing!!!
"Daniel. . .please don't go, please stay with me. . .baby please. . ."

(Alarm snoozes)
7:17 a.m. I blinked twice. And now I'm fully awake. A dream, another nice dream. I smiled bitterly, still with tears in my eyes. I turned off my screaming alarm and got up. Still having a thought of what I just dreamed about. I went to the kitchen and start my day with a cup of coffee.

"Daniel. . ."I muttered.

It's been 2 years now. 2 years since the last time I saw his handsome face. 2 years and the pain is still there. It didn't fade a single shade. I closed my eyes and let my mind remember his features, those blue eyes that are cold and warm at the same time, his aristocrat nose, those lips that never missed to smile, .his strong jawline that gives him the sexiest shape.

"God, I miss you so much," I muttered between sobs.

And then I let my emotions take control once again for a little while.

8:00 A.M. I finally decided to take a bath and gather myself back to my reality.

Done dressing up, I was just about to leave my walk-in closet when I realized I left my coat. I went back to take it. And then I once again saw Daniel's picture at the door of my closet. He was wearing his favorite cap and with just his pair of jeans while smiling from ear to ear. He looked so gorgeous. I smiled once again and decided to leave the apartment before I drop another tear.

Let my day begin. I smiled but deep down inside God know's how much I'm dying.

Let me introduce myself I am Chloe Isobel Jenkins, twenty-seven, currently managing my family's small pastry house and cafe. Though I'm still pursuing my Master's degree in Business Management, I've tried to balance both working and studying at the same time to more efficient in my family's business and my personal career. I love to cook and bake, when I was having a hard time overcoming the most tragic event in my life, I used to spend hours and days cooking and baking.

My father is engaged in several businesses in the city but the cafe was his and my mom's first love, he wanted me to take over the business eventually.

Well, I don't really care much about how they manage to develop each business they are engaged to, at least for now.

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I was heading the Culinary building with all my stuff. My subject is on the 4th floor of that building. It's my first subject this morning at 9:00 AM.

Oh, I hated Arts! It's my weakness, I can cook non-stop but you can never appreciate my art work. For Pete's sake. I still have to attend my classes though, I don't want to get a failing grade just because I can't answer why Mona Lisa doesn't have eyebrows or why does Michaelangelo love to paint on ceilings. I mean those are none of my f*cking business!

I was at the third floor when I heard somebody singing in one of the rooms.

"...Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snow. If she changes her mind, this is the first place she would go.

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, and your heart stops to wonder where on this earth I could be. Thinkin' maybe you'd come back into the place that we'd meet, and you'll see me waiting for you in the corner of that street.

So I'm not moving. . .

I'm not moving. . ."

I just stood there, not wanting to move while stuck in my own world again. I breathe heavily, while my tears are threatening to run down my cheeks.

Without knowing what just had happened, it flooded like a waterfall. My stuff for the art subject were all there scattered over the stairs before I knew it, I already dropped it.

I fisted my hand and put it on my chest. Urgh, it hurts like hell. I put my left hand on the railing to get some support. I sat down slowly and eventually let out of what I've been holding back in my heart for a few minutes now.

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POV

"People talk about the guy, who's waiting for a gi---"

My last few syllables were interrupted by a noise outside the room I was occupying. I've been here for 2 hours now. Still practicing The Script's Man Who Can't be Move song. I put down my guitar and walk in towards the door, a little bit nervous not entertaining the most stupid thought in my mind.

"Shit man! Someone just fall off the stairs because of your singing!" My thoughts condemning me.

"Shut it up! Good or bad thing it's still not a good idea!"

I satisfied myself when I opened the door. There! My liver almost fell when I saw a girl on her knees at the corner of the forth step on that stairs near the room I was occupying.

"Shoot! Did she just cry because she really fell off the stairs or what?!" My mind keeps on asking.

"Do something! Shit, you do something asshole!"

"M-miss? You okay?" I mumbled.

I wondered if she already noticed me because she moved. No answer.

I walked towards the stairs and was about to call her attention again but she just hurriedly picked up her art stuffs and ran up the stairs towards the forth floor.

"W-what the?! Was she badly hurt?!"

It took me awhile before I decided to ran after her but I failed. The moment I reached the forth floor, she was already gone.