Sparked With Power ( Dystopian Society Fiction )

Chapter 4: A Bit Of Trust and Hope

           *****AUTHOR'S NOTE*****

Just wanted to tell you that this story will have POVs. Enjoy your reading! ¢^°^¢ - here's the book *HANDS BOOK TO YOU...

DREW'S POV

     I see her tears and pain it reflects on her very easily, she's alone. I never have really known Lida to be the one to cry. She's always so genuinely smart and calm most of the time, well unless when she was with Stream.

     And now she's lost. I can see it from over here. I know because I have once felt that. It feels like your stranded in dark woods, you get lost for wandering in there alone.

     Should I do something? Of course I should, I've lost too many people in my life already. It wouldn't be fair to leave Lida alone.

      I walk on over to where she's clearly crying, and quietly take the place next to her. I try to find words, but then I remember what my father said.

"Actions do more than words", he said.

       I think he mentioned that the Americans, the civilization before us, had used those words before. The sectors call them Savages, since they supposedly ruined their own nation and started War World III. I honestly admire them even if they did start the war, but now all of that is over and we have Ample, our plentiful nation which is split up into eight sectors that provide literally everything. The sectors were created to unite and help make the country more independent. So now the sectors only help each other out, and that's what I want to do right now.

      I slam back into reality and find myself in front of her and now I just do what first comes into mind. I hug her. I hug her tightly, and fortunately she doesn't break the hug.

      Then moments later, her sob has turns into only a few tears. She lifts up her head and looks at me for a second. She has beautiful blue green eyes that makes you think you're looking at a clear ocean. It's mesmerizing to look at them, and it's why I have to look away.

       I promised myself to not subject to it. I can't find myself liking her. I can get into trouble with everything in my way.

"What are you doing?", she finally eases out.

"You lost someone, and you're alone", I respond softly.

"Yes", she whispers.

"Tell you what come with me", I say as I pull her up from her dread.

"Wh- What? Where are we going?", she asks.

"Someplace where you won't have to reminded of the pain", she follows me and I can't help but smile to myself.

     She's beautiful. I shake the idea from my head.

     You're just trying to make her feel better, I say to myself. That's all.

      We walk down the street and into the Feller's cafe, a coffee shop I've going to since I was a small boy with my parents. As we walk in, the smell of coffee beans and chocalate hits us.

"Wait, but I don't have money", she says.

"Don't worry, I got a lot of tips today at the workshop", I say.

       I work at this carshop as a trainee. I really don't need the money, but I need to plan out my future. I already have at least half of it planned.

       I order Lida and I the usual, warm chocolate milk with peppermint, and nutmeg, with sweet cream on the top. I pay and we take a seat near the back of the cafe where there's a big window overlooking the street, filled with cars.

"So, who was it?", I ask while taking a look at the receipt from our order.

"What do you mean?". she says looking out at the street, her eyes still puffy from all the crying.

"Who did you lose?", I ask looking at her fidgeting with a napkin.

"Too many", she says, barely a whisper.

"Well, do you have a place to stay?"

"No, but I'll survive", she says finally turning to look at me. There's something there. Pain? Anger? Fear? I don't know, but I need to help her.

"No you won't, you need somewhere and someone, and if you think I won't care, you're wrong, because you're my friend not some girl I just met".

      She looks at me, but then I can see a word appears on her face. Something I know she doesn't want to say right now. Thank You. She turns away and a blush spreads over her pale cheeks that are still stained with tears. She's trying to be brave. It's a brave thank you.

"You're welcome", I say and then the waitress brings us our cups of chocolate.

           *****AUTHOR'S NOTE*****

Thank you for your patience sorry I didn't update quick enough... One Word: School.

But thanks... Keep reading!