The wings attached. (Book one)

An accident is a joke of fate in disguise.

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Lina

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     An appetizing smell of coffee woke me up. I stretched my bones and quickly gathered my thoughts. There was a whole day ahead of me and I had no business to attend except going home and finish remodeling my apartment.

     “Wakey, wakey, sunshine.” Tim placed a steaming cup in my hands. “No rush. We have one hour before I need to leave. Go take a shower. I'll fix your hair.”

     “Thank you, Timmy.”

     “Nah, we can catch up later,” he smiled. 

     “Let’s think of something. And for now, I'll just go and take a walk in Central Park."

     “That’s a fine idea, sweetie.”

     I swallowed half a cup of my coffee and went straight for the shower. I got ready quickly and, when Tim blew my hair dry, I thanked him generously and departed.

     At this hour there were not many people outside. I crossed several blocks toward Central Park and, passing by Emmy’s building, involuntarily I glanced at her windows wondering if Steven was with her now? Maybe he left right after whatever they might have had, or maybe they left separately from the bar...or maybe they went to his place. I sighed. If it was regular night out for Emmy, then until noon I'll definitely stay in the dark tossing the scenarios around my head. Why was I even thinking about Steven? Was it because Emmy got interested in him, or because I really liked him, or because Tim mixed up my thoughts with assurance of him liking me...? Drama, drama, drama...

     As I let the thought of Steven out, from the main entrance of Emmy’s building Steven himself strode out and pivoted to the right moving the same way I was walking. What a…f…f! From a sudden shock, I gasped and, bugging my eyes, covered my mouth with my hand and spun around. It was so embarrassing to see him leaving his date at seven in the morning. Shit, how embarrassing! And to my dismay, all stores and cafes were closed and I had no place to hide. Shit! What to do? What to do?

     I took a couple of steps ahead and then suddenly my panic dissolved - I wasn’t a teenage girl. What the hell! Man up, Bales! I had my plan, which I wanted to follow, and something small like that shouldn't discourage me from keeping a chosen path. I took a deep breath and turned around. Why was I even nervouse? Steven had already crossed on the other side of the street, and seemed oblivious of my presence at all. I bit my lip and determinately slow started following him keeping a healthy distance between us.

     When we reached Central Park, Steven took his path going along Fifth Avenue and I yanked inside the park. Better keep my luck happy and not gamble with it tailing Steven, though unintentionally.

     I brought myself to the pond and sat on the bench. A fresh sunless air contained some winterish scent sending rare chills through me at each breath I took. I wrapped my jacket tighter and lit up a cigarette. The water in the pond was still, reflecting accurately bare tree trunks and some of the ground. From that the surface looked brownish-green and was clouded with a morning fog. Feeling even colder, I threw away a half finished cigarette and stood up. My frozen hands, I shoved into the pockets and for a moment lingered looking at the stone bridge on the other side of the pond. Such a serene morning. I wanted to enjoy more of this fine morning.