Sympathy // h.s

Present

The chilly december air hits me right as I open the door. I shiver and start dragging my hands up and down my arms, trying to stay warm in a pencil skirt and pumps.

Snow has fallen, the streets are now covered.

I'm on my way to work. I got myself an office job right after I had fled from that rat hole I used to call home.

I attemped to sprint to my tiny car, purse in my left hand, coffe cup and car keys in the right.

I pulled up to the carpark by my office, the buliding seems to have gotten darker, not in colour, just the vibes I get from it, like a cloud has been placed around it.

My hum lightly, trying to mock the sound my heels make when they hit the concrete.

Jessica greets me with a wide smile this morning, as usual of course. I have no idea how she does it, how can she always be so cheery all the time? Her life must be perfect. She probably grew up with a mommy and a daddy who'm gave her everything she laid eyes on.

But I smile back at Jessica.

For I know that it's just jealousy hitting me again.

Hitting me beacuse I never got what Jessica probably took for granted during her whole childhood.

I hit the elevator button with my perfectly manicured finger.

After the childhood I had, I became obsessed with trying to look perfect.

I fail my obsession everyday when I look in the mirror.

I avoid mirrors when I'm out. I know that if I look, I'd want to turn back and go home again.

The elevator made a 'ding' sound, not at the right floor however, and that's when I first laid eyes on him. The curly haired boy who'd walk into my life, and never walk away.