―❧Worlds change when eyes meet❧―
Abrielle Miller is an 18-year-old girl who witnessed the death of her family when she was just a little girl. Her aunt took care of her until death knocked on her door, adding grief to Abrielle's broken heart and sha...
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Currently, my aunt is at death’s door. In fact, she might actually be knocking and offering some brownies.
As much as I want to deny the fact I am going to lose her, I do just need to accept it.
I’ve moved on a tiny bit since I lost my parents and have begun working in a cafe near my apartment. I originally took up the job, hoping to earn some money for Aunt Rose’s treatment, but now I just have a livelihood for myself, since the treatment isn’t working anyway.
My shift starts at ten O’clock in the evening and ends in the middle of the night. I asked my boss for night shifts to ensure that I have all day to spend time with my aunt, since she hasn’t got long left. I’ve been working for around five months, now, but I never had time to hang out with friends.
That’s mainly why I don’t have any.
But I at least got to know a caring boy who works with me, Mariano. He's like my older brother and we get along amazingly.
I left the hospital that day, after kissing my aunt softly on her head, to make it to my shift on time.
Usually, I walk to work, but I sometimes take a cab if I’m feeling down. The cafe is one of my favourite places because it’s so cosy and you can enjoy a hot coffee or some mouth-watering hot pastries in peace.
I sigh and let the soothing warmth of the cafe heat up my body as I enter, aching to sit down in a plush chair with a book and a cup of sweet hot chocolate.
I snap out of my daze, the smell of coffee beans flooding my nostrils and begin to tie my apron around my waist, scraping my hair into a bun before rolling up my sleeves. I see Mariano taking table number eight’s order and watch as he comes over to me.
Pulling him into a tight hug, I lightly peck him on his cheek. He’s so sweet and caring and lovely - he honestly feels like family.
“Hey, how are you, Mar? How’s life going?” I mumble because my face is literally smashed into his toned chest.
He grins down at me. “Hey, Abri! I’m fine, thanks. But let’s not talk about me; let’s talk about you. You look so tired and weak - is something wrong?” His grin fades slightly as he studies my face, concern lacing his voice, holding me tight. When I don’t reply he gently pulls away and tilts my chin up to examine my fatigued expression even more.
I put on my bravest face, standing on tiptoes to ruffle his smooth, glossy hair. “Don’t worry, Mar, I’m fine,” I say
