Jonathan Hunt is a lonely person with his own sad story; And so is Ashleigh Bradbury. John, however, finds his ways to balance the pain and mirth in his life. Ash, on the other hand, has started to live with the pain. While John is learning to adjus...
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"Connection is why we are here. It is what gives purpose to our lives."
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John's P.O.V.
Ever since I saw that dream, I had so many things going on in my head. In fact, so many feelings had crept into my brain. I was confused and puzzled. I had started becoming furious. Dreams always took a toll on my patience. That's how I had spent half of my life until now; growing outrageous because of dreams.
So, I woke up in the morning with a headache because I couldn't just stop thinking about it. The only thing that entered my head was the guilt of being a filthy person. I was drowning in my sea of guilt and sorrow. I felt like a loser, but then- at times- when I knew I had to fight and live . . . I did. Honestly, it sucked. It really . . . sucked. But the fact that I wasn't strong enough to kill myself, had already killed me mentally. Yet I lived. I lived only in the hopes of bearing the repercussions of my deeds in a way harsher than just "death". Death was an easy escape from life. And "escape" was what I didn't want.
A thousand more negative thoughts filled up my brain, but I convinced myself. I am a silly guy, really, and I like to be that way. But every time I get reminded of my mistakes this is exactly what happens to me.
I had just started feeling depressed because of all that. And the only damn way to get rid of all of that was coffee! Coffee- you could say- was my girlfriend. I rubbed the back of my neck, smiling at my stupid thoughts, and poured some coffee into my mug. I never really liked to start my day with a newspaper because newspapers are another negative things to start your day. But since today's day had already started negatively, then why not?
It was Monday morning- 10.00 a.m.- and I was still home, wearing my cozy white T-shirt and a Bermuda. I was fired last week from my office. That- to admit- was my fault. I used to work in the Empire State Building for a coffee company, but I made a huge mistake in the sum, and being the head of the financial department . . . I was fired.
I applied for a job in a hotel named "LUMA Times Square". It is one of the best hotels of Manhattan. I would be having an interview today, and if I am lucky enough, I join tomorrow.
I opened the newspaper and started reading stuff.
The first headline read: 'Man, 21, stabbed in Queens Brawl.' "Nope! I am not reading that." I said.
'Man found dead inside burning car on Brooklyn street.' "Nah."
'Brooklyn man convicted of killing in 1995-' "No again."
'Brooklyn woman in SUV passengers seat kille-'
"Man! Why does every news report have something to do with death?! Newspapers have become so depressing these days. Every news is a crime!" I said, throwing my hands in the air in frustration.
