Is your choice [English Ver.]

Chapter 2: A new begining.

The next morning , I woke up when the sun crossed the small chinks of the shutter. I tried to avoid this source of light which was trying to wake me up but , finally , I should get up. "Okay , okay. I get up . Stupid sun. Someone needs to switch you off. " My hair was completely disheveled but I didn't bother about that kind of things. I just brush my hair with my fingers and tied it in a ponytail side.

I sat on the edge of the bed and stretched. I would appreciate a little more sleep but when I woke up, it is impossible to me to go back to sleep again. Slow pace, I went to the door to take the knob and turn to leave the room . It was 10 in the morning so it was quite early. Just outside, my eyes focused on the place: It was quite spacious, bright and full of tasteful furniture. I really liked the atmosphere that was present in the house.

I was still outside when other door somewhere rang. I did not know where it was but it seemed that the sound came from the corridor that was to my right. When I was going walking near that corridor to see if Mark was out there awake; my body hit something that came out of nowhere . For a second I lost my balance but , thanks to my speed, I could steady me. I rubbed my nose with my left hand. Feeling the pain was reissued, I lifted my eye to a voice that knew perfectly: " Are you okay? "

At that time, I felt the schoolgirl that I was in the past, came to light: In front of me was Mark and, what seemed, had taken a morning shower but her body was only covered from the waist down by a towel. For a second I was spellbound watching but, I had to remove myself from my thoughts. I did not know how to break the silence. As always with a silly comment: " . Maybe you should cover yourself or you'll catch a cold " I turned around and went to the kitchen with the nerves attempting to going out. What the hell just happened now? The fact is that I could not dodge that body that was in front of me a moment ago.

I went into the kitchen and made ​​the coffee and I serve me a cup of coffee. Not knowing if Mark had already made up , I approached the stairs that led to the second floor to ask if he wanted one. After receiving an affirmative answer, I poured another cup. I tried to remember how he liked: "This sugar, some milk... " Just when I finished I noticed a look over my shoulder that, to be honest, scared me. I held the cup while smiling. He took a quick look to his cup and taking a sip, a smile came over him: " I see you still remember things. " His free hand went to my head to, of course, tousle it. He had a fondness with it. It was the way for him to mess with my height.

We both sat on the couch and comment about our respective lives. It seemed a stupid spellbound when he spoke to me. Every word rocked me and soothed me. He was the only one who had that effect on me and I was sorry to lose that soft melody if someone came and "stole" his heart. A feeling of doubt or pain, I could not say , seized by my actions. My index finger scour the edge of the cup. My gaze was lost in that brown liquid which was reflecting the ceiling of the room.

"Is something wrong?" His voice interrupted my thoughts and, shaking my head I tried to calm him. Still , we had spent too much time together as to prevent his suspicions faded away with just shook my head. A new questions was going to emerge but... Before I could say anything , my phone rang with that tone so familiar to me : "Buried beneath." Cocking my face and shrugging my arms , I answered the call. Was the head of my work.

Apparently they had a problem with one of the workers who had become ill and they needed my help in the office, with some recording. They asked if I could go (since the agency was a few kilometers from where Mark lives) to do some grip and finish the work that had been unfinished. Obviously, I could not drive because I hadn't a driving license so I had to ask the favor to the man before me. Of course , he did not refuse .

Fast as I can, I went to my room to change clothes and comb my hair. I was not of those who wore makeup too much, as much lipstick. I put on skinny jeans and a black T-shirt with white stars. I got my cup and, when I finished my preparations , I ran to follow the footsteps of Mark to the car. I sat in the passenger seat and, as we did in the past, we started to sing like idiots. Fortunately , the past issue went unnoticed before and I managed to calm down a little; removing the idea of grief from my mind. When we arrived, I passed to Mark my pass to get into the basement and park in one of the empty places . When we got into the elevator that would take us to the first floor, I placed around his neck my staff pass. Whith that, he could pass anywhere without receiving any reprimand.

"I promise that I don't going to stay so much time ther, wait for me here, okay Mark? " I left him where was supposed to be the entrance to the area of recordings. I entered into the office of my boss to talk with him because I need the necessary permission for let him pass into where I was supposed to work that morning. It took me more time than I expected. Into that office where my boss stay all the day was so hot. How could he stand it? Ugh!

When I finished the talk and went outside, I tried to find Mark's gaze but... "He's not?" Maybe he had been bored of waiting and had gone down to the cafeteria. With dubious step, I headed toward the area where I should help before the lunch time arrived and then, at the gates of the recording room, I heard his laugh.

I hid a little because he was not alone. Someone else was talking to him. " High-pitched voice , fake laugh ... I know who it is. " I mumbled with listless mood : Serah Falcon. She was the receptionist of the company. It was the most deceitful and false person of all. Which made ​​me take devilishly wrong with her. Seeing that it got along with Mark and he was answering in the same way... I felt stressed. I could hear as she did compliments about Mark's work and something else. Unable to hold back the situation, I hit the ground with a loud footstep so both would realize my presence. I turned my face and innocently, I looked at Mark.

"You were here, I thought I'd lost you. I have recived the permission which allows you to come with me... Shall we?"

I gave a slight tug on his arm doing notorious my desire to get out of there. Neither she greeted me when she saw me, and I didn't said hello to her. Both parted and, with a feeling of anxiety in the chest, I guided him to the recording room. There, without being aware of it, I would realize how important it was that man for me.