Lust

Chapter Eight

~ Chapter Eight ~

Evelyn’s POV

* Please play the song at the side right now. And Counting x Lights *

It’s five forty-eight in the morning and my eyes are burning. I need sleep, but no matter how much I try to convince myself that I should go sleep, I can’t bring myself to shut off my brain. It’s keeping me wide awake, the image, memory, thoughts of Zayn swirling in it.

And maybe drinking three cups of tea in one go was a bad idea.

But nonetheless, a sigh escapes my lips as I pull myself off of the warmth of the couch, I should get ready for work. The sun is already rising, and here I am, running on one hour of sleep.

I stay away from the kitchen to avoid going for a fourth cup of tea. Instead, I turn on the television and look at the weather reports for today. It’s going to be chilly, a high of three degrees for today. This October is already looking to be quite chilly.

I do all my morning necessities and make myself breakfast which consists of a granola bar and an applesauce.

At six-forty, I hop into my car and begin the twenty minute drive to work.

Even though I was tired and probably looked like a zombie, I still felt excited. No matter how many times I’ve danced, I still feel a bit of excitement every time I’m driving to work. Maybe it’s because of the fact that that’s where Zayn and I basically fell in love….or so I had thought. 

People had always said that your first love would hurt the worst. I never believed that, because I was strong and independent and I did things productively. But now I understand why people told me that. It hurts like hell. People move on….why can’t I?

Maybe it’s because he was my first. My first love, my first kiss, my first intimate moments…he was my first in everything. Maybe if I wasn’t so naïve and sensitive, it wouldn’t hurt as much as it does now.

I sigh as I pull into my designated parking space and I inhale. Taking a sip of my five hour energy shot,