BOOK 1 of the GREENSPIRED Series
(concept is based on the story of Orpheus and Eurydice)
Chase Roldevon, the outgoing and adventurous and a self-proclaimed art prodigy type of guy. Lionel Everheart, the timid and typical loner. The two cross paths a...
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Silence filled Chase's journey back to his dormitory. With little rubs of his hands to generate warmth to battle the chilly night.
Since he started going to his school of choice, his parents practically gave him off to fend for himself in the real world. To make him feel independent in some sort. And right now, if being independent would get him as close to finally meeting someone who piqued his heart's interest. He now would not mind not going back home to his lousy parents' home.
Passing by the blinding lights of the city which shone pretty pastel colors that are emphasized by the neon light signs, he was on cloud nine. The lights gave a vibe that he could call it comfortable, as it was not damaging to the eyes nor was it loud like the signs in Las Vegas, Nevada at night time. The night market was the same as usual, the eccentric place was filled to the brim with night vendors and nightly people; who are probably wandering as tourists or in search for a one-night stand.
Minutes within the busy subdivision, at least five or six males and females alike would stop at Chase's way to ask him for a drink and later would result to a big mistake he would regret the next day, with this in mind, he would lightly shrug them off with a disapproving smile and wander right beside them before continuing his path.
The school dormitory was about a mile away, and he would not mind the distance at all. The busy streets would accompany his once silent trip and give it a little bit of life to make it not so lonesome for him. People were drinking and laughing as the night grills producing any sort of delicacies that is on-the-go or would invite one to sit down and grab a glass of beer and wine.
He stopped by a flower shop with a regular sized sign that indicated that they were open until ten p.m. Glancing at the displayed flowers, he scanned the bouquets for something to give to a special someone of his. Looking back at his watch, signing him it was a little quarter left till ten, so he had to be hasty with his decision---but still smartly.
Striding through the entrance, a small bell jingled at the top of the door as the shop's delicate aroma of mixed flowers embraced his nostrils. As a man in his middle 20's welcomed him like he had known him for a while, his greeting came like a bird's chirp and his smile was nothing but fake. Chase knew at the back of his head that the greeting was forced and was just part of the employee protocol they had.
