EMILY
It's always better to not have anybody around you, while you're desperately trying to gain a decent and normal life, again.
It's been 7 years and the memories from the past are as raw as a ripe strawberry in my mind, but what can I do when God has planned my grievances with unchangeable intentions. The darkness was soon taken over by blinding rays of light that peirced in through the crack of my window curtains.
After letting out a huge yawn, I sat up straight glaring at my table clock that showed 7:45 am, I don't even remember being a morning person anymore.
Living alone can sound fun, but I definitely do not enjoy this.
From 'friends-with-everyone' to 'I-hate-everyone' is definitely not easy at all. It's traumatic and stressful, my only fear is now my life itself, living alone.
And even after 7 years of living it, I can't get used to it.
And all I know is, today is just going to be one of those days, where I busy myself with extra work to keep my mind away from my bothersome past.
I did my morning routine and fried myself some omelette. My living environment and lifestyle is undoubtedly peaceful. Being an HR executive at Dean Franklin Consultancy, is nothing but luxury, it is one of the well known consultancy in Sydney.
After leaving the states, I completed my studies in Manchester, UK., and then settled here in Australia.
Lonnnnnggg stories.
After cleaning away the kitchen, I walked back into my room and started the daily make over.
I applied a high tanning cream which lasts for 24 hours and never fails to instantly give me a black girl look.
Looking at myself in the long mirror, I covered my bob brunette hair with blond, blue highlighted natural looking wig cascading down to just below my butt cheek.
I tied it in a clean bun and covered my turquoise irises with brown lenses and hid them with huge sun glasses after baking my face with heavy makeup.
I pulled on a baggy jeans with a black fitted shirt and a blazer on top.
Finally, tying my black sneakers I walked out with my Jaguar Jeep 2019 keys.
As soon as I reached down, I heard someone walking behind me and I positively knew who it was.
Dean Franklin, the 31 year old, very tall, well built and undeniably handsome looking man, with black straight hair, flawlessly gelled back and blue eyes under those crazy expensive goggles who lived next mansion, was walking behind me.
"Morning sexy!" I heard him chirp, in his manly yet sweet voice. I turned around smiling at him.
"Good morning handsome!" I playfully greeted back adding my British accent that I've seemed to develop lately and gave him a quick hug.
"Beautiful orchid for the beautiful lady." He handed me the flower gracefully making me giggle in return.
"Thank you, your highness" I bowed down shortly. He laughed while I clipped the flower behind my ear.
I glanced at my wrist watch, it's 8:45 already, I have alot of work to do.
My hand scurried through the things in my bag looking for my car keys, that I dropped in while talking to him.
"So when do I get to take you out?" He asked after clearing his throat.
Nooooo, not again.
My smile dropped immediately.
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