Running In London

Chapter 3

A/N: I'm feeling like super out of it and have been for a long time, I'm so sorry it's taking forever (to whoever reads this shish) anyway I felt better today so here

People are like stars, we burn for so long then eventually we blow out.
-Tala

Work has ended. Dean left 30 minutes early and since the rest of the people who normally work with us were out, it was up to me and Mary to close up shop.
I walked to the front after I finished cleaning up the usual mess of ingredients. There she was. Just her. I could see out the front window, The streets were bare. She wasn't looking my way, and with the dimming light I could see every outline of her perfect face. The way her hair waved in her messy ponytail. The few strands that never made it up were simply curling over her ear. Her bangs falling effortlessly above her brow, sitting like a painting on a carefully decorated wall. The profile veiw was beautiful in every way. From the light just barely hitting her cheeks enough to show her fading freckles. The winter always had them disappear. Her eyelashes looked so soft. They could very well be strands of a doves' feathers. I noticed this morning that she didn't wear makeup. She looked better without it anyway.
"Tal? it's time to leave" Mary says calmly. She noticed my staring, I was just amazed. God, this was the most embarrassing part of crushing on her. I did this too often, but it's worse when her boyfriend decides to stop me.

"Oh sorry, I spaced out again" I laughed it off, trying to be convincing. She took it and we joined to walk out of the small coffee shop.
Nice save kiddo
I hear the annoying voice of my spirit behind me. Niral, why? She left me alone for most of the day. I think she just doesn't like Dean. I don't blame her of course, he's an ass, but jeez she picks the most inconvenient times to appear. I don't respond. No one hears her, but if I talk back they hear me.
I sighed instead. She's in this place against her will, I know she didn't want to be tied to me, but she is.
"Hey Mary?" I ask
"Yea Tal?"
"Would you want to come over Tuesday? Maybe at 2?"
"Sweetheart, we have work"
"So? Let's blow it, dean does it to us all the time"
"Tal for the last time he doesn't mean to"
There Mary goes, standing up for Dean again. I've always hated their relationship, it's wrong. But I can't say that, i never can
Because she would hate you
No. That's not it.
Yes. It is.
I know it's not, because she wouldn't hate me, she's my best friend. For gods sake she's watched me tear open my own skin and bleed out until I was out. She carried me to the hospital and kept me from dying, she couldn't hate me.. right?
ye-
"Tal! Hurry up!"
she snapped me out of my thoughts. I realize she was many paces ahead of me, I jogged to catch up. It left me breathless and I realize my mistake of skipping my morning meal, and my supper... and my lunch.. and my other breakfast
i realize I haven't eaten in over a day, almost two. That's not good.. I'll fix it later, sure.
"You know, Dean should really go to work more, he can get fired at this rate"
I tell her this in the nicest voice I could manage.
"Yea... but our boss likes me, she most likely won't"
I sigh, it's not worth the argument. Instead, I buckle and smile up at Mary.
"Let's hang out Sunday then, at two?"
She nods this time, conflict avoided.
We reach her bus stop.
She's relived
she's so glad you stop following her now
Go. home.
Ignore that child, tell her goodbye.
I guess Niral isn't too bad..,
"Be safe Mary!" I throw up a half-heart with my hand, she makes one back at me and smiles.
that beautiful smile...
I shake my head, I need to go home.