"I liked the building, not you."

Chapter 1

I wasn't sure which neighbourhood I was in or how I exactly got there but I didn't care. As I passed further into the blocks of residential houses the more they began to bloom with colour and greengage. I felt like I was returning home.

I continued listening to my music out of one earbud and ambled my way down the streets, the shutter on my camera never seemed to stop. Everything was perfect and it had been so long since I felt this way.

Toronto was good for me but it also was different. It was nothing like back home and after living on The Rock for my whole life I wasn't used to change. Moving to Toronto I expected that my abilities would expand and flex but after the third month, I was feeling trapped. My source for photography was suddenly limited and I was trying to learn to adapt.

I primarily shot houses and streets. The front of colourful houses on the coast was my speciality. It was an odd style and when I would explain to people my photography they seemed confused. I always needed to show them for them to fully understand, but when they did see they understood. In fact, fifteen thousand people as of last week on Instagram seemed to understand my odd style.

But being here in Toronto it was hard. Back home there was an endless supply brightly colours houses, but in Toronto, there seemed to be hardly any, which made me begin to feel uncertain. The style I had claimed as my own has always been my comfort, my sense of home. Now without it, I was beginning to feel lost, but this neighbourhood reminded me of comfort.

The neighbourhood I roamed actually had been suggested by a friend from class, she liked my blog and Instagram but noticed my lack of posting. After explaining my dilemma she gave me the suggestion and told me how to get there from the train. I planned my whole day to roam this neighbourhood alone and I was glad I did because it was a jackpot.

Every house was oozing with colours and unique structures. I had gone through almost two hours when I began to enter into a new style of a neighbourhood.

I stood on the corner of the street and felt like I was at a border. One side was vibrant and full of life and the other was crisp and clean trimmed with black and white, the houses growing higher and much more luxurious and for whatever reason, I entered into it. Something about it drew me in.

Slowly I trailed down the streets feeling content with all my new content and began to take more pictures of the houses and condos. I made my way down a block lined with large green maple trees and I felt the increase of mortgage rates as I did.

Then I saw one building, in particular, a small condo it wasn't large but it was pristine, white ivory and trimmed with black details. Something about it called to me. Slowly I made my way down the street ignoring everything else.

I stood across the block and looked up at the small building admiring how regal the building was. It wasn't what usually shot but I loved the look and began to take pictures. Distance shots, close ups, I spent a while changing and playing with angles, constantly looking down and checking my shots and zooming in and catching new details.

A smile broke across my face and I felt so content.

Carefully I checked the road which wasn't busy and stepped into the street to get new angles. I snapped and moved around the building like crazy.

"Hey, you!" I heard a male voice yell, causing me to startle.

The tone of the voice made the grin on my face fall as I looked up from admiring all my new photos.

Looking for the source I found a guy with brown hair quickly coming down the front entrance steps. His feet moved quickly down the steps making his hair flop around. He moved with purpose and as he grew closer he grew larger and larger I realized he was coming for me.