To The Ends of The Earth (Completed)

To The Ends of The Earth

"Whoops, sorry! Oh by the way, that's such an awesome suit you're wearing! Have a great day!" Yelled out the petite black haired maiden after crashing into a rather angry looking man.

The man's glare softened and he shook his head. "No worries, have a great day!" and with an apology, he dusted himself and walked away.

Shrugging with a smile, the young woman continued on her path, her long, black hair swinging left and right. Checking her watch, she muttered out a curse before speeding up her steps. Smiling when her eyes caught the familiar polished and a vibrant red and gold coloured, "I'm Not A Morning Person!" banner, she jogged inside.

"Sorry I'm late!" Her thick English accent screeched out as she ran towards the kitchen door.

"Second time this week and it's only Tuesday!" Her manager Agatha yelled, tossing her apron to her. "Emma, please, this can't go on much longer. At this point, the only reason you're still here is because I know of your financial struggles at the moment!" She scolded the young woman with a glare.

Nodding with her eyes downcast, she clutched the apron tighter before pushing into the locker room. She put her bag into her locker and punched in the password before sauntering away into the bathroom.

She stared into her reflection for a minute, as she pulled her thick, long strands of wavy hair into a ponytail. Her almost reddish lips and grey eyes seemed completely out of place with her black hair. Her high cheekbones and the slight freckles that dotted her pointed nose made it quite hard to tell what her nationality was.

That is until she opened her mouth of course. No, not the straight set of pearly whites, but the incorrigible English accent that seemed to stick no matter what part of the earth she lived in, was what made her nationality loud and clear.

"EMMALINE!"

"Sorry! Just a sec- whoops I'm so sorry!" She yelled out staring into the deep, dark brown eyes of her manager.

"Just.. just go to your tables, Jenny really needs some help." Agatha said shaking her head and walking off to leave the kitchen. Emma nodded to no one in particular before dashing off towards the little door that lead out of the kitchen.

Walking out and being hit by the noisy chatter of the small cafe, Emma squints her eyes to spot her best friend. She frowned when she saw her friend running towards a table.

"Sorry Jenny! I'll take over from here." The young woman apologized, grabbing her notepad from her coworker's hand. Jenny shook her head and nodded towards the counter.

"Go, we'll swap after lunch." Emma smiled and skipped away in the counter's direction. "Hey Tim!" Tim nodded back with a smile before tugging at her ponytail.

"Finally, it's been tiring doing this with just one barista!" Tim exclaimed while switching on the computer. "All yours! Enjoy!"

Emma rolled her eyes and giggled before looking up. A young girl dressed in all black stood before her. Her face unclear due to the thick hood covering it. "Hello! What can I get you today!" The black haired girl asked, maintaining her cheerfulness.

"Sunday sucks. Strong. Aria." The girl voiced out in a low tone. Emma nodded and chipped it in.

"That's on the house for you!" Emma's angelic voice widened Aria's eyes. She shook her head and stuck out some money. "Please, I've had plenty of bad days, and trust me I would've loved some free coffee back then. Enjoy your drink beautiful!" Emma sung, placing the coffee strong Frappuccino on the counter in front of Aria.

"Thank you so much." The girl said before grabbing her drink and skipping away.

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The walks back home are the painfully melancholic ones. That's when the weight crushes over the otherwise cheerful girl. That's when her defences and bubbly demeanour comes crashing down. Yet, her helpful nature persists.

A car's blaring horn breaks through the serenity built up in Emma's mind. Her head turns towards the sound, jaw dropping in terror. A girl, no older than sixteen. Standing in the middle of the road. Cars hurry to slow down. Painfully close.

Without thinking, Emma runs forward. Increasing pace with every car inching forward. It's a matter of seconds afterward. One minute the sixteen year old girl is stood in the middle of the road, the next, she's on the floor. On the footpath in the arms of her saviour.

Her saviour who's rocking her back and forth. Whispering sweet sentences. Telling her it's ok. The sixteen year old seems familiar. She's got a hood covering most of her face. Aria.

"Aria?" Emma's suspicions correct, the young girl is Aria. Aria's eyes continue their waterfall of tears upon seeing the familiar face.

"Come, I think you need a pancake with your coffee this time."