Sincerely, the girl who loved you back.

Sitting Alone

~Hi! welcome, these first few chapters are short. But they get longer. They are short because they are a back story. The story line will come along soon! I hope you enjoy reading this, i put a lot of effort into!

Rain, what would you call rain? Sad, wet, blue, interesting, dramatic, soft. The small droplets hitting against the car windshield as they fall in an orderly pattern. The streams that poured out of eyes and washed away under cheeks. Rain, that really signifies nothing.

    Evelyn mars-

The sweet Cinnamon scents slowly blew out of the cup of tea that was sitting on her bedside table. Filling the air around her with warmth and coziness. 

She flipped each page of her book with an exhale as she got closer to the end. She never liked ending books; it made her feel empty. Each flip of the crisp page was different from the rest. It was like ending a new life over and over.

Evelyn Mars her name fits perfectly as Eve, the evening of autumn, Christmas Eve. She rolled up the ends of her white sweater as she watched the cars drive by through the creased blinds. 

She noticed the loose thread under her wrist. Would she ever see this town again? The one she called home. Would she ever remember each laughter from the parks or the sound of the clock ringing every hour through London? 

She glanced around her room to find moving boxes sitting against her wall. Her father was being transferred to the United States for a job promotion.  Her family has always been troubled with money so when an offer came they couldn't shut it down even if it was to move to another country.

Her phone lit up as an incoming text message appeared on the screen. A slow sigh relieved at her side as it was from one of her friends. She never really thought about what would happen after she left her friends. 

She had been to the United States only once and that was to visit her new house. It stressed her on if she would fit in, if she would make friends, and how much she will miss England.

Her childhood was always calm, it was consistent with the autumn leaves falling and her mother calling her to try the new treats she had baked. Her long brown curls thrashing at her side as she ran down the stairs. 

She loved shopping with her mother not necessarily to buy but just to look. Her home always smelt like fresh pumpkin and a candle was always burning. It was sweet and happy, nothing bad, she was always positive but now that she was moving she didn't know what to feel.

She walked to the bathroom to study her face. She rested her palms on the edge of the sink and leaned closer, Her golden eyes with long lashes was the first thing she noticed. Her curly brown locks went past her shoulders, she brushed one out of her face. Her olive skin, her slim fingers, and dainty nose. 

Boys had always been fond of her and she liked that but that was here in London and god knows what Reno Nevada would be like.