I was walking and then I was running. I was helpless. He made me. I could not stop. I could not stop anything that has ever happened to me. So, I ran faster. My thighs were on fire. Yet, I could not stop. I played him on repeat. His words. His soulless eyes, everything fuelled me up. I ran even faster. It was spine chilling cold but I refused it make me weak. But what is the point when I cannot even stand for myself, for once.
I did not know where I was headed, until it came into the view. Heaps of snow had covered both the sides of the road. This is where his soul lives. When you think of a man, who runs MNC you might get the image of big mansions as their home. But this one, it was different. It was nice and homely unlike where I live.
The feeling of hunger snapped me out of my thoughts. I had started walking again. Luckily, I did not need to walk longer. There was a coffee shop near the house. As I made my way through the door, a tiny bell jingled. My lips had curved at the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. Few people were there, one of them was a couple.
I almost gagged at the sight of that. It had nothing to do with them, but seeing them brought back the pathetic-ness of my fucked-up life. And that I am asked to get married. I sighed and went for an empty table.
A young girl with an apron tied around her petite torso, came to me. She had big eyes underlined with kajal. I suppose.
'What can I get you today?'
'I would like some black coffee and a croissant'
She walked off, swaying her ponytail. Anyways. Few minutes later, the girl came back with my order. Without wasting further time, I devoured every bite of the food. Delicious became an understatement after starvation of five hours. Yes. I skipped food. I was not talking to dad. I was raging, furious. I could not handle anymore of decisions, which were not made by me. It was my life. MY ENTIRE LIFE.
'Rose, get me my usual' I chocked at the level of familiarity the voice held. Oh my god. Fuck. My heart raced. I questioned myself 'what are you doing here?' to come up with an answer. Why? Because he was about to ask me the same. Last thing, I wanted was to be called stalking creep. In my defense, my feet led me here, but we cannot say that can we?
So, I sat there, like the deer caught in the headlights. Unable to move or breathe. Anxiously waiting for him to notice me. And he did.
