*I went to London recently so that's what inspired this story. Hope u like the story ✨
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*y/n POV
The huge towering trees grew through the cobbled paving that ran beside the vast river, the bricks all uneven where the roots had claimed its space.
As I watched, the murky brown Thames seemed almost beautiful as the autumn sun reflected off of it. It was the first day of a new month, November 1st.
My mum ushered us about through the people, all of which had their own unique stories and reasons to be in the city: some tourists, some business workers, some just there in the moment (a.k.a me). My brother kept awkwardly weaving in between people and unfortunately messed up the routes of those who were in a hurry to get to their destination. I watched on and just chuckled quietly.
Luckily, there were less workers for it was 11:00am and we'd cleverly avoided the rush hour between 8-9am. We're kinda tourists however we've lived in Britain all our lives, just coming to London for something to do. To be fair, even though I've lived in Britain for 22 years, I've still never seen all the sites for there are so many.
I was on break from uni and mum had asked if we'd have a family day out together and of course I agreed.
The breeze was slight for autumn but I still pulled my fluffy yellow coat closer to my chest. The Eye was already in sight, ever since we emerged from the underground station. I've been on it before but on a school trip. It was mainly for my brother whom was desperate to go on the wheel so mum agreed we'd go.
Beforehand, we'd booked the time slot 11:15am so at 11:03am, you could say we were practically there on time for we'd have to spend ages waiting in the long winding queue.
As we tried to work out the end of the line, we struggled for there was just clusters of people, all from different cultures and nations everywhere, different languages sounding in my ears. We eventually found a man with a ticket scanner and who looked the 'official' type of person you'd find at a landmark.We showed him our booking and he just scanned it and told us to join the line lazily. It was obvious he was bored of his tedious job: just one personality out of the thousands in London.
Standing in the queue, the cold made my ears turn a pinky red but I didn't mind; hats never suited me. We continued to talk about getting lunch and where else we'd go after our time on the eye. My 11 year old brother, Jack, continued to be a clumsy fool and comedian in the line, making both of us laugh.
Once he'd died down a bit, and we'd began to get further along in the line, I whipped my phone out of my pocket just to occupy some time. I clicked onto Instagram and instantly frowned when I saw a picture of my ex. I'm not pissed at him though for us growing apart. Whilst we were dating, he slowly discovered that he wasn't into girls anymore - not just me, all girls. He came out as gay to me about 2-3 months ago. Of course, I accepted it and we broke it off. I wasn't at all mad at him and I have full respect for who he is and his sexuality. His now boyfriend used to be a friend of mine and I'm happy that they're together; I always knew they were meant for each other. I guess I was just disappointed. He wasn't my first and he wasn't going to be my last, but we had a close bond and I just miss the element of having a boyfriend. But hey ho, that's just the way the world is.
I continued to scroll downwards and shook my head when I kept seeing the familiar face I had to suffer seeing on the daily at uni. The girls in my dorm all loved, and had this obsession, with this Sean dude.
Apparently, I always spell it wrong.
By saying 'suffer' I don't mean I hate him, just kinda tired of him being my life practically 24/7. I've listened to some of his music before and he seems good, writes from the heart. He's pretty cute too but I'll never see how much the girls see in him. To them, he's their God; to me, a cute guy who makes decent music, especially compared to the shit we hear in the charts nowadays.
