Alayla Vasco thinks her life is just truly starting for her. She's moved to London to attend college and get the adventure she's always dreamed of experiencing. Filled with long hours of studying, getting lost walking around the city, sight seeing, working at the small cafè down the street, and making new friends. Love never even crossed her mind. She always expected the small things but when the unexpected arrives she doesn't know how she'll survive either of them...
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Here we go kittens I've changed the story and I'm liking this one a lot more so I hope you do too! Sorry for the vagueness and secrecy but you'll see it come together soon enough :* Here we go again.... ;)
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Today I woke up dreading my usual routine. I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to leave the warm and cozy confines of my lover (aka my bed). I didn’t want to shower (I procrastinate those more than I should). I didn’t want to put pants on. And I most certainly did not want to walk to work like I do every Monday, Wednesday and Friday.
I didn’t want to work while having to attend school but I needed to. Ever since making the big move to London from home I’ve had to do a lot of things I didn’t want to, but that’s what I get for actually doing something that I wanted to do for a change. Does that even make sense? Well yeah, because I’ve always wanted to come to London after graduating high school to attend college here, but it’s made me have to sacrifice things and do things that I wouldn’t have to back home.. but that’s life, right?
Life. Life is dreadfully beautiful. It gives and then it takes. Slowly but surely, or within the blink of an eye. I’ll never know why sometimes.
I expected to wake up and have to face my routine. I expected to push my heavy and warm brown comforter off myself and have goose bumps completely ambush my smooth tan legs and arms. I expected to trip over my white shag rug like I inevitably do every morning when walking to my bathroom and cursing myself every single time for not moving it. I expected to wince at the feeling of my feet coming in contact with the frigid tile of my bathroom floor. I expected to take a scolding hot shower to ease my somewhat aching muscles from shuffling around in my sleep all night. I expected to struggle to brush through my long dark brown hair that no matter how much conditioner I use will always end up with tangles in it. I expected to not have enough time to apply any make up (which I rarely wear anyway) to my face that was graced with some light freckles across my cheeks and nose. I expected to have to rummage through the clothes in my dresser and floor to find a clean pair of jeans to wear. I expected all the little things I do every morning.
What I didn’t expect was that I would get a call that would have me only completing half of what I expected.
The thing about the unexpected is that it can either completely make a moment and have your heart soaring, or completely tear your life and heart apart. Unfortunately for me, it was the latter.
Or so I thought...
