Third Person's P.O.V.
It was a huge event, there were a lot of people, dressed in fancy clothes, there was music, food, it was also a very luxurious place, full of fancy and elegant decorations making it pleasing for everyone to see. Everyone walked around, admiring and taking pictures of the masterpieces presented all over the place. Then the stage was reached, and the models walked and posed, showing off the creations of the one an only Brinley Woodall. Some people made weird glances, others seemed to love the collection.
By the end, Brinley went up the stage, to give her speech about her debut clothing line. The happiness and excitement was visible in her face, and the way she spoke transmitted enthusiasm and hope for everyone who had a dream similar to hers. And the clothes were beautiful, it was noticeable how much effort she had put into it.
Once she finished her speech, everyone cheered and clapped, then walked off to see with more detail all of her designs. People walked up to her, and congratulated her for the amazing job she had done. Others walked over to sign contracts and do business, and brainstorm for future clothing lines.
Everything was fine, life couldn't get better for Brinley, she had fulfilled her dream of releasing a clothing line, not only that. But also display some of her artwork the same day at the event.
Until an unexpected visit appeared.
Brinley walked all over the party, saying hello to everyone around, when out of a sudden she could see a familiar face among the crowd. At first, she ignored it, thinking it was just her mind playing tricks on her.
But then, that familiar face appeared once again, and this time, the person looked back at Brinley, and the two made eye contact for a single second, until Brinley looked away and rushed somewhere else.
Her palms were getting sweaty, and it became harder for her to breath, could it really be him? Yes. It was definitely him. But why was she getting so nervous? Everything happened so long ago, it shouldn't affect her now.
But a more important question. What was he doing there?
Brinley walked to the bathroom, to try and calm herself, but it just seemed useless.
"Brin, are you okay? Everyone's looking for you outside." Ally walked up towards Brinley in a quick pace from worry as she had seen the girl's state.
"Y-yeah, I just got a bit nauseous, maybe it's the nerves. But I'm okay Ally." Brinley gave her sister a small smile, trying to cover up her lie, as the last thing she wanted was everyone knowing he was there, if they hadn't noticed already.
After some minutes, Brinley managed to calm herself and walked back to where everyone was, then people began asking of her whereabouts, but she just told them she had gotten nauseous for a moment, but everything was okay now.
All as she kept her eyes on that person that made her that way, surprisingly enough, none of her friends and family had noticed him. And she hoped they didn't, or that he'd leave soon.
Hours passed, and Brinley had almost forgotten about the situation, and she began enjoying he party with all her loved ones, who were happy for her successful event and clothing line.
Until a tap on the shoulder changed her cheerful smile into a sad frown, and her eyes locked with the person that at some point were the reason of her smiles and also tears.
Garrett Matthews.
"Hey Brinley." Was all he said, but nothing else was needed for Brinley to bring back all their memories together almost five years ago.
She stared at him, as the memories flooded her mind, how different he was now. He now had a beard, a more serious and formal attire, he was definitely a grown adult now.
She was speechless, confused, and mostly uncomfortable. Questioning herself in her mind.
What in the world could he want?
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Hey everyone! Here's the official ending of Singular! I wanted to give a bonus chapter (a bit small I know) but it's basically the main plot of the sequel which will come out at some point. Be patient! I hope you like it!
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RomansaWhat happens when two people's path cross. The exact opposite, on one side, a hopeless romantic, artsy girl, who sees the best in everyone, because everyone is good. Right? Then on the other side. Cold genius, Garrett. Non-believer of any abstract t...