Oneshots/ Drabbles

The Walk

She brushes her fringe off her face for the hundredth time as she walked through this unfamiliar place. She had no destination in mind no goal to acheive. She breathed in the scent, it was new but nothing distinctive . The scent only reminded her of what she has left behind. She walks further on the pathway comparing it to the ones she has already walked on. Then looked at the trees, snow has replaced the leaves on them. She wonders how cruel does that sound and yet here how beautiful it looks. Replacing wasn't always bad right? Or was it.

Her sight catches a little boy holding a gadget, looking closer only to find it was a gameboy and no it wasn't one of those fancy ones they have these days it was the 8-bit one. She remembered playing Tetrix on, it was her favorite game on there. There was just something she found fulfilling. while fixing those blocks into one another the utter satisfaction a perfect match brought to her. Fixing into each other like they were meant to be with each other. This brings a smile on her face only to vanish in a flash. One could've sworn that it was just there two seconds ago. This place was new yet it brought back more memories from the past then the actual place where that past took place. Or was it just her mind being cruel to her, reminding things that she does not need a reminder of.

Amidst her wander she almost missed the little ding coming from her cellphone. She looked down seeing her phone still cluched tightly in between her fingers whose tips were pink from the cold. Snow almost covering most of her screen. Still in daze of her stroll she wipes her screen with her thumbs to find

Where are you?

She stared at the screen making guesses who could it be? She didn't expect anyone to reach out to her. They never cared when she was there why now? Do they need something? Its definetly not her, that possiblity wasn't ever there to begin with. But why text her? Wasn't she already gone when she was still there?

We've looked everywhere!

The second text brings her out of the daze. She looks down at her screen again, to find magnified pixels at a spot only to realize it was her tear which dropped onto the phone. Wiping the screen again with her frozen fingers she clicked to settings.

She had previously deleted all her contacts believing no one would approach her and it would be a hassle to get a new number for nothing. Little did she know that she'll get this text. Pressing 'block number' she immediately locks her screen. She wipes her tears looking ahead continuing her dawdle trying to stop wondering about who it was.

Just a ghost from the past.

Seconds into her walk the phone dings again. She cringes her face dreading the sound. Moments later realizing it can not be them she just blocked them. Building up the courage she looks down at the screen again.

Hello Faiyah,
Im attaching the location of the appartment for you. Please call me if still need help with the directions.

-Amberleen

*attachment*

She clicks on the location and gets redirected to google maps. The place was twenty minutes away on walk. Its a good thing she wasn't just yet done with her walk what was twenty more minutes when she has been walking for atleast two hours now since she asked to cab to drop her at a pavement she found most foreign in this town. It was funny how she never visited the place before yet she still found it as if it was a rewrite of the place she walked away from. Was it that or was it just her stupid mind messing up with her thoughts again.

But these twenty minutes were different to the two hours she just spent. These went on longer than the two hours she spent strolling before. Why she asks? She has a destination now, a goal now. Finding destination isn't always a good thing. You lose your freedom, you lose the thrill, you lose the excitement because you know whats to happen next. According to Faiyah whats the point in doing something when you know the result of it? The human psyche is built upon the concept of the final destination but what they don't realise is they are only making the way in between the destination and where they stand difficult for themselves.

Unimpressed by the last twenty minutes she spent she looked up at a greater dissapointment that was her new home. The apartment complex wasn't so shabby as Faiyah's face has shown otherwise. It wasn't the apartment she was unimpressed by rather it was the destination; home.

Walking up the narrow wooden stairs there wasn't much for her to look around. The walls were pale almost looking dead but it wasn't the person who chose the paint's fault it was rather what time had maybe done to the beautiful color. Maybe it used to be stark white but all she could see now was pale yellow walls with cracks on it here and there reflecting what has become of her life.

Walking up the rest few flights of stairs all she got was there were sixteen treads of stairs before each landing making it a total of 32 steps before her 'destination'. There, she calculated her destination once again. Before it was by minutes now it was by the number of steps. Shaking her head in dissaproval of the concept she walks down the hallway to the door of her new home. Knocking on it trice she lets out a breath.