Breathe

Prologue

~~ I just wanted to point out that the way you pronounce the name of the book is breathe, as in 'just breathe' and not 'take a breath'. I hope you enjoy the book, comment if you think I should continue it please!(:~~

“What are you looking at?” Someone asked.

I continued to look out the window.

“Somewhere I don’t want to be,” I finally whispered, looking out over the place that held so many memories.

“What’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’ve lost my mind,” I said.

“How so?” He asked slowly.

“I have all of these emotions inside of me, it’s all just confusing. I try to stay impassive, somewhat calm. But I know if I was alone at this moment, I would be crying and screaming. I would read a book about love to take me away from the horrid world that I live in. I would cry at the sad parts and scream at the parts that make me angry. I would ravish and bathe in the beauty that is love, and I would soak in my own sorrow when the book was done because I’ll be ripped back to reality, and realise it was only just that; a book, a story... And I will never have something so tragically beautiful.”

“That was beautiful,” He whispered.

“Was it?” I whispered, “I mean... do we even know what beauty is anymore? Is it a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, a guy with a nice body that does sports? Or is it the girl in the corner who apologises to the boy who purposely ran into her? The nerd who would set his coat over a puddle for a girl who would never notice he did such a thing? Is it the love two people can share? Or the girl with large breasts? Beauty isn’t a specific thing anymore. Beauty doesn’t even have a definition anymore. If it did... it’d be ‘Only one can tell himself what he thinks beauty is,’ because there will never be two people who think of beauty the same way... beauty is nothing but a word that people use to describe what they themself like, whether it is real beauty or not.”

“What do you think beauty is?” He asked inquisitively.

I smiled, “I think beauty is one who fulfills their dream. Someone who wants something so bad, that they do everything in their power to do it. Even if they do fail in the end,” I whispered.

“Do you have a dream?”

I paused, my thumb stopping it’s circles on the coffee mug I held in my hands to keep them warm from the cold seeping through the large window I sat next to.

“Yes... I do,” I finally said, looking down at my cup, still yet to look at the man.

“Are you going to tell me what it is?” He asked.

I chuckled, “Why do you want to know?”

“You intrigue me greatly,” He said, sounding fascinated as he said the words.

“Why?” I ask.

“Have you not heard anything you’ve been saying?” He said, sounding incredulous.

I smiled again, “If you must know... my dream is to get far away from here and change the lives of many in an... opening of the eye kind of way. And to fall in love while doing it.”

“You have definitely opened mine in the last thirty minutes,” He chuckled.

I smiled, it was nice to know, but he was only one person.

“Has it been that long?” I whispered, reaching down and grabbing my bag, “I need to leave.”

I stood up, grabbing my cup and began to walk away. The man grabbed my wrist, stopping me at the door. And for the first time I looked up at him. He was handsome. Dark shaggy hair, big blue eyes, and he was definitely tall.

“Will you be here tomorrow?” He asked, his eyebrows creased.

I looked at the man. Why was he asking? Did he want to see me again? What was it about me he found so intriguing? My view on such things? What about them?

I didn’t voice my questions, and nodded. I came here everyday. Which only added to my questions. How come he notices me now?

He stopped me again as I tried to walk out the door, “Wait, what’s your name?” He wondered aloud.

I smiled, “I’ll tell you tomorrow.”