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It's a crisp day, with sharp winds throwing my hair all around. I'm on an evening stroll through the dim streets of London. The cobblestone pavement clicks under my mother's old heels. The half-crescent of the moon is slowly climbing the sky.
Although I am not meaning to go anywhere particular, my feet guide me to a familiar place.
I sigh when you reach the building. I go here too much... I think. Even so, I push open the doors and let the scent of freshly-brewed coffee warm me. Once I order my favorite caramel mocha I take a seat at a table for two in one of the green leather chairs.
I pull out my mini laptop and open a new document. My fingers pound on the keyboard furiously, typing words before I can realize what they're saying.
The worker at the shop pulls me back to reality when my coffee is finished. Absent-mindedly, I drag my feet to receive the steamy drink and return to the table.
Instead of writing, I decide to look over what I've produced. I read a narrative about a young girl, around sixteen, whose father recently passed. Her mother is still around, but is broken at the loss of her spouse. This girl is in an emotional struggle, and the bullies at school are no help.
My eyes begin to tear up. I know that this story is about me, every single bit of it. I place my head in my arms and rest it on the table. A few tears escape my eyes, but I know I can't lose it; not here anyways. I force the crying to stop and try to look controlled.
My head is still lowered when I hear movement across from me. Someone clears their throat, like they're trying to steal my attention. I don't look up.
"Hey, uh, you okay?" I know the question is directed at me.
I look up at the boy who spoke and nod, afraid that if I speak everything may collapse.
"I'm Logan, I thought you looked a little lonely, if you don't mind that I join you." Logan smiles as he says this.
When I focus on him, my heart stops. Logan has green eyes and dark hair, exactly my preference. And his smile is dazzling. I force myself to speak, "I don't mind at all. I'm Katharine." I return the smile, even though it could never compare to Logan's.
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The World is Ugly, but You are Beautiful to Me
FanfictionKatharine is a lonely sixteen year old girl, with a passed father and a grieving mother. Her mother's drinking problem doesn't help, and neither do all of the bullies at school. Katharine thinks her life is pointless-- until she meets Logan. Can he...
