It Might Be You

Prologue

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I smiled cheerfully even though I was covered in sweat. Strands of sweaty hair made their way to my face as morning wind greeted me. I was still feeling dizzy. Fine, not just dizzy. Dizzy in superlative form. Finally, I reached the last step.

I immediately sat on a vacant bench and looked at the timer. The train will arrive in fifteen minutes. I still have time to remove my shoes and save my sorry feet from hell.

Why on earth did I forget to wear my flat shoes kasi? I ride the train daily, so I really couldn’t understand kung bakit heels ang isinuot ko. Wait. Now that I think about it… where the hell did I sleep last night?

I racked my brains. Okay, Raya. Calm down. This is the train station. And next to the train station is… I gulped when I saw the hotel’s humongous sign. Oh, no. Shit. Not again.

Calm down. So I woke up in a hotel room alone, realized that it was already eight in the morning, washed my face, brushed my teeth, took a quick bath, wore the same clothes I wore the day before—thank heavens for the uniform, no one will notice the difference—put on my shoes, and fled from the hotel. And here I am, waiting for the train.

Okay. Calm down. Everything is perfect, so calm dawn. Everything is perfect.

Not.

I panicked as I tried remembering the night before. I couldn’t. And it was not the tequila’s fault. Mine. I have a very short memory.

Okay. No need to panic. I rubbed my foot. My stockings got ripped, so did the skin near my heel.

Eew. Blood.

I rummaged through my bag. Nasaan ang panyo ko?

Before I could panic further, a hand holding a handkerchief appeared in front of me. I looked up and saw a guy in jeans and collared white shirt.

I blinked. He gestured for me to get the handkerchief. I reluctantly got it from his hand and mumbled my thanks.

So what did just happen? A spark of hope emerged. The white horse! I mean… the prince in a white horse! Finally, he has arrived to save me from this deep shit of hell!

I was about to stand up and follow him when I a girl about my height came into view and held on to his arm. My jaw dropped, but I managed to close it again.

Oops.

I sighed.

Not again.

I thought it might be him.

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Notes:

* No edits--please excuse the typos.

* Credits to owner of photo used as cover design

* Enjoy

* Emma, for you. <3

 xx Minnie xx

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This novel is a work of fiction. The names, places, and businesses are products of the Author’s Imagination. Resemblance to actual persons (living or dead), places, and businesses is purely coincidental.

Reproduction or usage of this Literary Piece in any form by any means is strictly prohibited without the permission of the Author.

This novel contains words, actions, and scenes inappropriate for some readers. Appropriate guidance is strongly advised.

Copyright © 2014 by Miss Mnemosyne