The Architect's First Love

Prologue

        I'm Kirsten Michaels, twenty years of age, an architect.

        No, scratch that. A future architect. It just sounds good when I tell them I already am one. I know, I know, I don't have the right. Don't bother with the lecture. There's nothing wrong with dreaming right? I mean, actually I am my life's architect for real. Uh, uh. You cannot argue with that. We ourselves plan and creatively live our lives, we can all be called architects then. 

         Someday, every day I pray, someday I'll become a real one - the registered and licensed one. That's why ever since I entered high school, I focused on practicing skills that I naturally didn't have. I mastered drafting, drawing, and at the same time spent my free hours inside the library reading stuffs that would help me achieve my dream. I didn't bother making friends, nor live like a normal high school teen. I was an introvert, and being that, my college life became a ring of fire.  

         I'm not used to people who wants to stick around, they annoy the heat out of me. Even I gave them enough reasons to get away from me, they end up getting tacky even more. I don't know why they act like I'm a form of amusement, nothing about me is interesting at all. I succeeded in scaring some people out of my life, especially those who were being a barrier to me reaching my dream, but not Sef Jansen.

        Sef Jansen is a self-acclaimed artist who does know nothing except ask freaking weird questions like, why is my nose crooked in a cute way, or why does my eyes glimmer in delight when I talk about my dreams on being an architect, or anything else that just sounds very unusual. He's been the reason why I can't concentrate on my projects, and why I can't come up with any good design ideas these days. He keeps on distracting me by the way he talks, he smiles, he laughs, and even if he does nothing - he still distracts me.

        Thus, with this kind of distraction, my plans would most probably be ruined. I must be an architect, I must eradicate him.