Sasha's P. O. V.
Before leaving home, I kissed mom goodbye, with her squealing like a teenage girl just asked to the prom when I told her I was going on a date, with Alex.
Truth said, I was squealing too, just not.....publicly. On the inside.
I mean....phew!!
I hugged Claire goodbye, and kissed her on the cheek.
Somehow, for a reason yet unknown to mankind, my body was producing a hell lotta endorphins(happy hormones).
I just felt something I hadn't in a long time.
It was weird how a single person could make you feel either happy as a child on Christmas or down in the dumps or both.
**sigh**
Anyways. I decided to leave the past behind, have a new, fresh start. Basically, I mean that I would try to forget how hurt I was......
Anyways.
After a lot of squealing from mum and Claire, I finally left home, with mad, psycho butterflies in my guts(in a good way).
I reached Creams and Gurts in 10, taking more time than I estimated.
He'd be waiting.....
When I turned the corner to the little booth, the pastel pink and yellow colours greeted me, and my heart fluttered.
My first date with him.
I took a deep breath, and went into the shop..
I was already smiling like crazy, as I looked around the shop, looking for Alex.
Finally I saw him, sitting in a booth near the window, staring out at the road, with his brows furrowed.
I walk up to him, with tiny, unsure steps.
He was still lost in his thoughts when I got to him.
I bit my lip, and leaned down to him, and whispered, "Miss me?"
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Alex's P. O. V.
>before 5 minutes <
She hadn't arrived yet. I sighed. At least I wasn't late. I took the empty table near the window, which gave a clear view of the road.
It was almost sunset. The far side of the sky was already turning a pale pink, with the rest of the sky a rich gold. The sun was a shade between gold and orange, and the clouds, a heartbreakingly rich orange.
It made me smile.
I loved this time of the evening, when everything just calmed down, and the sky looked like a grand painting, just so much more vivid, and vast.
I looked at my watch. It was 5 minutes already.
I looked out again.
The pink had now spread out, reaching across to the sun, as the sun seeped over and lower, and it somehow left an impression that the pink in the horizon was taunting the sun, pushing it down lower and lower, slowly taking over and setting its reign, making a statement.
It was so beaut-
"Miss me?"
I jumped, and my guts squeezed out of pure shock.
I turned to look at her, and saw her grinning like a devil.
I narrowed my eyes, and folded my arms.
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