West's POV -
Why am I always awake at 4:08am? Why am I always sad? Why am I always thinking of her?
I lay awake, staring at the ceiling trying to convince myself that I was okay. But I wasn't. I'm trying to be but I just can't get everything out of my head. I just can't get over how long it's been.
112 days.
It feels like it's been haunting me for multiple lifetimes. It just feels so surreal. They say those who don't sleep confuse reality with dreams. Maybe this is all a nightmare. Maybe I'll wake up and she'll be beside me. But she won't be. She never is. And maybe that's why I'm an insomniac. Because everytime I close my eyes, I see her perfect fucking face. And I don't want to see her perfect fucking face. Because when I do see her, my heart starts to ache and my breath starts to stop and I start to feel sick and I start to crave your touch and then my eyes open. And then you're gone. And I'm there alone, with wet cheeks trying to catch my breath because I can't accept that I'll never be able to see you again. It hurts so fucking much.
*****
I stumbled out of the hotel exit and felt the cool, crisp air hit me as I stepped into the gray, slushy remains of snow. I scanned the darkness looking for an empty place. This city's always crowded and full of life; the two things I'm starting to despise. I strolled down the misty street and wandered into the dusky night. I sauntered into a large park and settled down onto an old bench. I drew my phone out of my coat pocket.
4:44am. It's 4:44am and I'm sitting in a park thinking about her non-stop. My mind is a wreck, full of beautiful yet awful thoughts that never seem to fade away. I continue sauntering in the inner dwellings of my mind and my thoughts start to drift off in the gloominess of the night. I don't think people seem to consider the beauty within darkness. Suddenly I snapped out of the moment, as I heard a soft laugh behind me accompanied by barking.
"No, Blaze. Blaze st-," the gentle voice was cut off by an unceasing guffaw. I turned around and percieved a strong, graceful dog. His piercing eyes sparkled in the dark as he moved around, jumping and trying to lick a girl. She swiftly moved backwards, teasing the dog with her back towards me. Her long hair flowed in the wind and her hand clutched on to the edge of the fedora hat resting on her head. A hard, wooden looking guitar case rested on her small shoulders. As she proceeded closer with her back to me, I perceived that her tall, slim figure was attired in absolute black; she was in a kneelength, black coat with black, skinny jeans and black boots.
"Blaze, I just need to do this and then I swe-," she was distracted as her black fedora floated of her head into the wind. It soared in my direction and I extended my arms and seized it. I gripped onto the black hat and turned to face her. She was hardly a foot away from me. Her serene eyes seemed to glow against the dull sky. They were enthralling, like sparkling kaleidoscopes. They were ocean blue with small hints of hazel . She stepped forward and lips formed a small, sincere smile.
"Thank you so much, I didn't seem to think anyone was here," her voice was warm and comforting, yet carried a strong New York accent.
"You're welcome." Her pale skin resembled the crisp snow on a winter morning. Her chiselled cheekbones seemed to stand out. Oh, how she reminded me of her.
"You seem to have great reflexes," she mentioned with as she put her hat on. I breathed out a laugh but suddenly felt angry at myself, for forgetting my sadness. "What are you doing out at this time?"
"Couldn't sleep, what are you doing out at this time?" I replied wittily. I probably sounded like such a jerk.
"Oh, you know the usual, having my hat catched by super-cute guys with hot british accents." She instantly raised her palm and smacked it on her head. "I'm astonished by my own stupidity, did I seriously say that out-loud?" I laughed at her spontaneous reaction. "No, but all jokes aside, you look like a model who just strolled off the pages of a Vogue magazine." She softly chuckled and looked to the ground. To be honest, I kind of was a model in a Vogue magazine.
"Yeah, my dull, lifeless face would obviously be in a Vogue magazine," I said whilst rolling my eyes. I looked down at the gorgeous dog almost forgetting he was there. "I must say, that's a gorgeous and very well trained dog you have there, is it a husky?"
"A Siberian husky, his name's Blaze. I volunteered at a dog rescue shelter and I wasn't even thinking of getting a pet. But as soon as I walked in, he just kind of pounced on me and we just grew this inseparable bond," she bent down and grinned at the dog and petted him as he licked her hand, then she looked up at me and continued, "so my voluntary time was up and I just couldn't let him go, so I just adopted him and yeah, I can't imagine life without him." I smiled at her as she stood back up.
"So you play the guitar?"
"Yeah, I come here nearly everyday in the dark and practice. It's just so soothing, the atmosphere and all," she placed her dark, mahogany hair behind her ear and at that very moment, I could swear I saw a glimpse of tais- her. "No one's ever here at this time, so it's kind of strange to see someone here."
"Yeah, it's quite a nice place." I suddenly didn't feel like conversating anymore. I just wanted to go and sit in a hole and forget about my existence.
"Yeah, so guessing from your accent, you're British, right?" She asked, plopping down next to me. I nodded at her and she continued, "so is it your first time in New York?"
"Nah, I've came multiple times. Just never really paid too much attention to everything going on around me," I said. She nodded.
"So how long are you staying on this visit?" She asked with genuine interest.
"A week," I responded. I saw a small, green light softly flashing in the distance and squinted get a glimpse of what it actually was. "Hey, what is that?" I asked whilst pointing at it.
"I'm not sure, but I've always been curious to know. It wasn't flashing once, it just kind of gleamed and for some reason, something felt different that day. Time just seemed to have... stopped. I just sat here waiting for it to flicker again. I felt like a part of me was missing. So I drove into the distance because my curiosity got the best of me. I drove for 6 hours straight, following the green light and eventually stopped at a gas station. I looked at it and it seemed even further away for some reason. So I wasn't sure whether to head further out to discover. I didn't go further out. My heart just seemed to ache so I drove back," I stared at her as her she intensely stared at the green light. "I sat here and after exactly 23 hours and 58 minutes, it started flashing again and at that moment, I wept. I wept long and hard. I don't know why, but I did." She closed her eyes and breathed in. Then let out a breath and met her eyes to mine. Dashes of chestnut brown speckled her irises. "So what's your name?"
"West, and you?" For a moment, I hesitated to say my name, because what if she recognised me for being the West Cortez. What if she wouldn't talk to me like this? What if she wouldn't see me as a normal boy in a normal park. Just what if?
"Mia," she answered. "Hey, West. Do you think you might want to come to this great place we can go to? It has food and adventure all rolled into one," she spluttered excitedly with a grin. She was different, not like the rest. It was hard talking to her because everything she did reminded me of her. But despite that, I liked Mia. I feel like she's the first breath of fresh air that I've seen in the past 112 days.
A.N -
Hey guys, okay so I'm gonna try and update more often. I'll try and have the cast list ready for the next chapter. Thanks for reading, Ilysm
-Maria
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Teen Fiction"I was her cure and she was my disease, I was saving her and she was killing me"
