Jasmine (BWWM)

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I know I was drunk when I said I'd kill myself in one year, but the more I think about it the more I agree. I was so lonely in this world that if I did die, they'd be sad for a week and then move on with their life. I need to find my purpose and I won't find it here.

Okay, you can do it. Walk in and quit.

I repeated this to myself as I parked my car and walked in my work building.

"Good Morning Jasmine." Ann our receptionist greeted me with her signature smile. I'm going to miss her when I leave.

"Good Morning. Can you come to my office when you get a chance?" She agreed politely and I walked to open the door to my office. 

I sat at my desk staring at the screensaver on my desktop. The default picture of a beach stared at me mocking me. I had no personal picture of friends or family to upload so this had to do. I can't remember the last time I was on vacation. Maybe that's what I need. My mind was drawn back to my childhood days.

My mother had dragged me to brunch with one of her friends. It was a business meeting that I had no interest in being a part of. 

"Mother, why am I here with you?" She forced me to wear a yellow sundress with my recently relaxed hair in a tight bun. 

"Because Jasmine they have a son. I want you two to become friends." Little did I know she had a master plan for us to get married so that we could inherit some of their families money. 

We followed the waitress to the balcony where a white family sat with their familiar looking son.

"Aren't you the girl from the park?"  It was the little boy from the park.

"Aren't you the one who ripped up my flowers?" He looked at me.

"I'm Grant."

"I'm Jasmine."

That was the beginning of our friendship. Our families had drawn close going on vacations together and sharing summer homes. The best memories made was in our summer home in the Phillippines. 

My information was verified and the plane ticket emailed to me as soon as Ann walked.

"You wanted to see me?" Ann and been the only one I could consider my friend here.

"Uh yeah, um Ann I don't know how to say it but," Just say it already!  My mind was rushing me to say it and before I could think it over again, "I quit." The words sprinted out of my mouth.

Hey! I have a question for you guys. 

Why do you read BWWM books?

This probably sounds lame but I always imagine myself in these books hoping that someday some rich white man will fall in love with me regardless of what the world might say. Sounds stupid but I read them because I wish I was in some sort of BWWM relationship.