Alone Until You

Prologue

UNEDITED

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Prologue

'We accept the love we think we deserve.'

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Trust is the voluntary reaction to believing someone. It is an innumerable force that should not be broke. It is the boundaries of the friends and the aquatinted.

It involves a person willingly being able to believe that someone would do anything for them. Trust is the energy that runs through the love in your veins with family and even those you fall for...

It is the choice that will make or break you, the ultimatum being isolation, loneliness.

But sometimes trust is the intangibility that destroys you. Your soul is consumed and your choices are in complete impulse. Trust is an action that requires two or more.

But when there is only one. It is not trust.

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I slip out of the bus, my shoulder bag flung over my back. I pull my long, auburn waves from under my bag, letting them cascade down my back.

Senior year. It sounds scary. All I need is to gain the appropriate grades so I can file for law school. My parents wish for me to take over their company when they retire, and I feel the need to fulfill this goal.

I am the soul heir to 'Marshall & Co', which invests in hotels around the globe. Since sophomore year, the company has really shot to the stars, leading to our company to have a net worth of over one billion U.S Dollars.

I push open the door, the bleating sun relentless on its burning glass surface. Once inside the school building, I edge down the hallway, perfectly aware of the many states I was receiving. Having never been the new girl, I don't know how it feels to stroll down a corridor, all eyes on me.

I tug at my white tunic top, running it through my hands gently as I frantically scour the area looking for the Secretary's office. I can still feel many eyes trained on me, and I sincerely hope that it's because of my outfit; I know otherwise.

    I pull my bag back round and unzip it so I can pull out the letter which consisted of the room numbers and my teachers' names. After searching around for a moment, I let out a small huff as I realize I must have left it at home.

    Sighing, I let out a profanity and slug my bag over my shoulder. My long, red hair falling in front of my face.

    "Hey? Do you need help?" A kind, feminine voice sounded from beside me. I jump a little at the unexpected gesture, but recover fairly quickly, turning around to a blonde girl. She bats her heavily cosmetic-clad eyes politely.

    "Uh... Yeah, please, I need to find the secretary's office?" I keep my tone polite and kind, not wanting to impose any impassive reactions on an innocent girl.

    "Follow me," she gestures me to follow, her tan wedges clipping on the floor in her wake. I hasten to follow, pushing my red strands behind my ear.