Emerald

8. Plans

{ CHAPTER EIGHT }

It was raining heavily, the dark clouds and cold breeze whispering to me all the eerie feelings. I took a step forward but I was too scared to move front. My breathing increased, so did my heartbeat, it kept skipping and skipping  I was left alone on this street with my thoughts haunting me.

I didn't even know why I was here? I didn't even know how I came here? what happened to me? why am I dressed in a white dress?  why is it raining so badly? w-what's going on?

There was a street light ahead, I watched as it flickered on and off, But what caught my eye was under that street light there was a man. Wearing black, his dark brown strands wet from the rain. My feet had a mind of its own, as it took me in front of this mysterious man who was drenched in rainwater starring at my soul.  I didn't want to get lost in his eyes, I didn't want him to look so handsome wearing all black. From his black ripped jeans to his black sports t-shirt and his leather jacket. After all these thoughts invaded my mind, there was a voice at the back of my head that keeps provoking to ask one question. who was he?

My voice had evaporated down, I just couldn't vocalise a word. My mind was too fascinated by his face and aura... His aura, His aura was so powerful I could feel the dripping dominance drooling out of him. His demeanour was so rigid and dense, his orbs so observant as it was set on me, He didn't flinch when the thunder struck he only observed me blench like a scared rat.

He hoisted his left hand and drew his palm closer to my face, as it relaxed tranquilly on my cheek. His grip was cutting, as he spoke the next few words that send me to a frenzy.

I'll See you in Paris my emerald.

I'll See you in Paris my emerald.

I'll See you in Paris my emerald.

The thunder stroke again, but this time I woke up in a cold breakthrough from my sleep. I frantically looked around my room, My white walls had the shadow of the morning sun rising up and my plants on the balcony where drenched in rainwater.

I turned to my right and saw the time on my digital clock... 5:30 AM. I internally groaned at the early hours of the morning that I woke up to! I rubbed my face and signed, 'What's going on with me?' i thought.

I stepped down from my bed and the moment my feet touched the floor I squealed, it's bloody cold like ice! I craned my neck under the bed and found my fuzzy slippers, I wore them and walked towards my washroom. I switched on my lights and took a glance at myself in the mirror.

Hair mess? Check

Eye's red? Check

Face swollen? Check

T-shirt crumpled? Check

Short's rose up to my waist? Check

And I'm still kicking it. I don't get why some girls make a big deal about their hair being all over the place? like I get that is difficult to tame it and sometimes is actually really frustrating when it pokes outside your neat bun. Ever heard of hair gel? Works like a charm!

I quickly finished my business and walked out after a nice warm shower, It was getting cold in new york... December baby! Woo! I came out shivering like a chicken and quickly wore my outfit for today. My baby blue blouse and Jeans, Today was the day where we are going to have models come in for the magazine shoot wearing our wedding dresses.