the one and only, sean lew - scl

chapter seven

sean's POV

when eden accepted my offer to come eat with me, i couldn't help but feel a small tinge of something. whether it was joy, anxiety, remorse, or all of these combined, i couldn't tell. i had noticed eden was having rough time in there, as we all do at some point. on the other hand, i was desperate for some company, maybe even some inspiration to continue molding my choreography into what i wish it to be. my mind is so unstable, i wouldn't be able to tell you if at this very moment, i was happy with my life or not; my riches and my lonesome. i'm curious as to what normal interaction with somebody is like, i feel as if it's been wiped from my memory. my loneliness was gradually becoming more emotionally draining, so i said why not?

"so, eden, pretty name by the way, are you new around here? cause i've never seen you around," i spoke out, after walking for a two minutes in silence. not going to lie, it was a bit awkward. but it would've been even worse if she was actually talkative, 'cause obviously, i am the opposite of that. my nerves begin getting the best of me, and regret started forming at the back of my mind. why did i offer to come here with her? i don't want to be here right now.

"actually, i've lived here my entire life. i started taking dance classes nine years ago, and have been taking yours for about two years now." her timid voice spoke out, so silent i almost didn't hear her.

her words catch me off guard, because not once had i seen her around. not that there was any reason to, she wasn't too special. sure, she's pretty, but i've been with many beautiful women, so her appearance doesn't mean much to me. i turn my head to look down at her and slight blush makes its way onto her cheeks. was that because of me? did i embarrass her by saying that? i forgot the kind of impact i have on people.

    "sooo...what were you working on in the studio?" my voice doesn't affect her, she continued looking ahead. i presumed she was avoiding eye contact with me, which was a little puzzling.

"i don't know, to be honest. i thought i wanted to choreograph my own piece, but i can't do it. i think i'll drop that project for now, i'm not made for choreographing."

eden's disappointment is evident in her voice, which makes me feel for her, but i catch myself. pity got me nowhere. my mind is thinking of what to say next, and i settle on the most useful advice i could give at this moment, "dancer to dancer, i'm going to be brutally honest with you right now. with that mindset, you will get nowhere. sorry if that's rude, but it's the truth. you're anticipating failure; not success. it's not as easy as it seems, so if you're struggling, you're doing something right. but hey, don't give up on it. it takes time and a lot of effort to get it right, trust me." satisfied with my words, i ended my spiel.

"yeah...i guess you're right," eden nods her head, before pointing at the sandwich parlor across the street. i couldn't help but notice she sounded a little disappointed in my advice. what was i supposed to say? did i say the wrong thing? i held open the door for her, and she muttered a small "thank you" before walking in. we decided on a booth at a corner in the parlor, and were immediately handed menus.

"what're you getting?" she asked. although it was a small, irrelevant question, it almost made me smile. no, this wasn't a date, but the idea of possibly having a thorough conversation with someone was foreign to me. i didn't have much to say, but the little that i did, i could only hope she'd listen.

alright, quick chapter just to get a hang of things once more. i had never created a plot for this story, i just ran with it, so i'm encountering some struggles but i really like where this is going, so for now, look forward to updates. expect a few edits to the story as well.