Chapter three
Boston was beautiful, amazing, extraordinary, and every other wonderful word out there that could be used to describe a city. It was fast and had an upbeat vibe. It was a city full of young souls. Even though there were some older people, young people seemed to out populate the older.
I've read about Boston in my history books. Throwing the tea into the harbor, the Boston massacre, there is so much history every corner you turn. It's a city full of pride and one of the most historic cities in America.
I feel welcome here, like I'm suppose to be in Boston. I have no clue where I'm going, but it feels right. I feel closer to Alaska, like her soul is still following me wherever I go.
The sky was a crystal blue with cotton clouds floating here and there. Birds were audible, but soft over the sound of trains, automobiles, and people having conversations. The sun was smiling down, kissing everyone's skin. It was a perfect day to be here, almost a perfect day to be alive. The air was fresh, clean and crisp. I could see my breath every time I exhaled and instantly regretted not packing a jacket, or any other clothes for that matter.
I had no clue where I was going, nor did I have any clue why I was here. I shouldn't be here, not at all. But I feel like Alaska's parents should know. I want to meet them. I want to hear about Alaska's childhood, look through scrap books, and do all of those things a boyfriend would do with his girlfriend's parents while she was getting ready.
That's all I ever wanted; happiness with Alaska.
"Excuse me," a small voice spoke, tapping my shoulder softly. "You're standing in the middle of the road. You need to move."
I snapped out of whatever trance I was in turned my head towards the person.
A girl, with soft, olive skin, stared up at me. Her lips were the same color as a rose and her cheeks were blushed, most likely from the cold. Her dark eyes were lined with long lashes and a thin line of black pencil.
(A/N: gif of her to the side)
"Oh, um - sorry," I turned to move out of the way from traffic and onto the other side of the sidewalk.
"Wait up!" She called for me, running behind me as I continued to walk. "You're accent."
I stopped. "Your accent."
She smiled and let out a little giggle. "I'm Alice. Not from Wonderland, but from Boston." She extended her hand for me to take.
"Luke," I took her hand in mine and shook it. "Not from Boston, but from Australia.
We walked down the busy sidewalks. I wasn't use to the booming city life, but it was something I could live with. The horizons seemed greater here, and I haven't even thought about Alaska in a while.
Alaska.
"So, what brings you here?" Alice spoke, breaking the silence between us. Her accent was strange. It was strong, nothing like Alaska, who you wouldn't even guess lived in this city.
"I needed a new start," I replied. "What better place to start a chapter than a place I've never been?"
She smiled. "Boston's beautiful, Luke, you'll love it."
She turned into a small cafe, which I followed her into. We took a seat in a booth onlooking the street and ordered warm drinks and snacks to pick at.
"Where are you staying?" She inquired.
I shugged. "I just got here an hour ago. I'm looking for my girlfriends, uh - ex-girlfriends, parents. I need to talk to them, then I'll figure something out."
