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one.

The rain hit the roof with a dull thud; the wind blew through the trees with a whistle. People walked outside with umbrellas to protect themselves from the moisture falling from the sky while I sat on the padded bench at my bay window overlooking the city. James Bay was playing through the sound bar in my living room as I softly hummed along to his melodious voice.

My small, pale hands covered in tiny freckles and black-painted nails curled around my favourite mug filled with hot chocolate and topped with an unnecessary amount of whipped cream and marshmallows. My short, dark silver hair fell into my sight line as my steel-blue eyes scanned over the scenery. A sigh of content escaped my lips. The rain is one of the main reasons I moved to Seattle from everything I had ever known in Los Angeles, the other being my desire to start over fresh. Too many people and things in my old life kept trying to hold my head under the water in California.

I grabbed the spoon that was sitting on the small end table adorned with a mason jar vase filled with fresh flowers I bought on my way home from work the day before. Their sweet smell wafted towards me, mixing with my hot beverage, as I placed a spoonful of whipped cream into my mouth.

My eyes closed as I enjoyed the utter peacefulness of this moment. I was living in my favourite city where it was almost constantly my favourite weather, and I had my dream job as a phlebotomist. I was a proper and functioning adult at the age of 20.

My phone began to ring from where it sat on my mahogany coffee table in the living room. I went to answer, instantly recognising the number flashing on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Zayla!!" screeches the voice from the other line.

"Yes, ''tis I, the great and powerful Zayla Rae Baker. How can I be of assistance today, Miss Aria Young?" I respond to my best friend.

"What are you doing right now?" Aria questions me.

"I was watching the rain and drinking hot chocolate. Why, what's up?"

"I'm bored and I miss you. Do you wanna meet up at the café?"

"Yeah, sure. Give me like, thirty minutes and I will be there." I tell her. After that, we hang up and I haul myself off my black faux leather sofa.

I quickly straighten up my living room, drinking a little more of my hot chocolate before pouring the last few sips down the drain. I change from my black Blink-182 California sweatshirt and maroon pajama shorts into black skinny jeans and a white "40 Oz to Freedom" Sublime shirt. Glancing in the mirror, I see my makeup is still okay from when I applied it a few hours earlier just for the hell of it. I grab my faux leather jacket and exit my bedroom.

Slipping on my all black Converse, I grab my purse with all essentials and lock up my apartment before driving to the café Aria and I met at while blasting Carnival Club's "Magdalena's Cape" EP.

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a/n: if you like solo harry and that rock vibe he has (like "kiwi" and "carolina"), please listen to carnival club. they're absolutely amazing and have the same general feel, just less pop sounding and more directly influenced by rock. i absolutely adore them and will more than likely reference them often so might as well know who/what i'm talking about. i will also warn you now that i may or may not write/publish often. i'm sorry ahead of time for that. i work full time and i don't always have time/energy/effort to write.