I would've easily lost myself in the past again had the little bird not decided to sing.
I looked sideways and saw the bird staring at me as if he had just asked me a question and was expecting me to answer him.
I just shrugged.
"Umm....hi?"
I was talking to a bird at 2 o'clock in the morning in an empty park.
It was completely normal .Right?
The bird started chirping as if we were actually having a conversation.
It had a very lovely voice ."You sound lovely" I complimented the bird and I heard a snort from the bushes behind the bench.
I turned my head sideways but didn't saw anybody or anything .
"Is anybody there ? " I asked , my voice wavering due to the alcohol in my system.Right.
If someone were to kill you then they'd tell you they're hiding in the bushes.
I smacked myself.
What the hell was I even thinking?I shrugged.
Maybe it was just the alcohol.
Yes , that ought to be it.I looked back at the bird .
Hearing it's voice had made me want to listen to some music .
I immediately brought out my phone from my bag and went through my song list.
I selected "young and beautiful " by Lana del Rey .
She was her favorite artist.
April used to listen to her on repeat.I sighed .
Everything these days reminded me of April.
And Him.
They both left me.The song had ended and I was just staring at the stillness of the night .
Nothing had changed but everything had changed.
It never made sense to me how life could change in just one night .I tried to get up , but ended up falling right back . It seemed physically impossible now to get up , as if someone was holding me down.
"Y'no , You really shouldn't drink if you can't take care of yourself." I heard a deep voice say from behind the bushes.
Dammit , I knew there was somebody .
I turned my head sideways but couldn't find anyone.This was it.
This was the day I die and this was the pathetic way .
Goodbye world"I'm right here sweetheart" I heard the voice again. It had a nice ring to it.
I turned my head to my left and once again I was left in awe of him.
He looked the same , well if not anymore breathtaking.
The tight shirt stretching on his abs.
His jaw , chiseled and his eyes very dark due to the color of the night."Done checking me out ?" He asked , the same smirk plastered on his face.
It occurred to me that he was the same stranger who was looking at me in the bar , The one who I'd collided upon that day outside the campus and the same dark eyes I couldn't stop thinking about.
I realized that I'd been caught staring at turned my head away.
I tried to push myself up but ended up falling on the ground again and groaned .
Just how much more embarrassing could it get .I decided that I was now going to be staying in this position for a while.
He just chuckled and sat down next to me , I could smell his cologne , something very spicy and strong and man did he smell good."What is a pretty girl like you doing out so late ?" He asked and I turned my head to look at him.
His eyes looked so beautiful.
His expression was really soft.
I couldn't really comprehend what he must be thinking but all I could see was that smirk plastered on his face.
His very handsome , rugged face.
His hair looked so soft I just wanted to run my fingers through them.Hold the fuck up , what the hell am I even thinking .
Stop.
"I asked you something love" his voice sounding very deep. .
He had a European accent I suppose.
I wasn't sure.Realizing that we'd been staring at each other for a while now , I turned my head away .
I had never been comfortable with making eye contact with people .
It felt that they could figure me out .
Figure every single thing I've done wrong.I heard him shift next to me .
"You don't like talking much do you?
Or am I the only one getting the special treatment?" He said , his accent still thick.
I didn't move .
I just wanted to be alone.Hey everyone.
I hope you're enjoying the book so far.
Tristan will be making his entry soon and well you'll figure out everything else soon.Do comment , vote and share the story
Thankuuu.
YOU ARE READING
City Lights
Teen FictionNew York City isn't all what dreams are made of All these dark alleys can't hold the secrets that her past holds . How long do you think we can run away from what makes us what we are ? Our past ?