Hope And Faith ✓

18. Faith

Author: What's one technique that has always found a way to calm you down?

Hope: I'm not one for techniques so I'm the last person you should ask. But I'd say taking a deep breath in, then out. Looking at yourself and whispering an 'I got this!'

~Hope Manchester.

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TRIGGER WARNING

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The morning after that was bright. The sky was bright blue and the birds were chirping. It was supposed to be a lovely morning.

As I took a walk I realised that there was so much more different from the city where I had grown up. Instead of car horns, you could hear the birds chirping. Instead of thousands of cars and traffic, you'd find couples walking on the street and kids playing on their bicycles while others preferred to read a book. In place of enormous buildings and skyscrapers, they had a natural life, trees that only beautified the town, flowers that blossomed beautifully and animals that found here their natural habitat. And then medium housed buildings and huts. It was amazing how people who lived in such a beautiful environment would not mind that their town was like the city.

The one thing that didn't make me feel homesick was the noise. I hated the noise from the city. Noisy people, loud car horns could drive anyone insane.

I dressed as warmly as I could knowing that the weather recently had been windy.

I wore a knitted grey sweater with a tank top underneath. I was too tired to dress fancy so I settled for my usual stay-at-home slippers and had my hair in a single long plait falling just above my butt. I wore dark blue jeans and had even worn a single coat of lipgloss—after feeling motivated to do something new— and had worn small earrings.

I touched my ears absentmindedly. I had always wanted to have several ear piercings. I had told myself after everything I would get as many as I could. Maybe even get a tattoo that would tell my story in detail.

This is just something to tell me that I had opened a new chapter in the book I called my life.

I pushed open the door to a nearby coffee shop. I wasn't one for coffee, tea was the only thing that kept me going—literally. But I wanted to try something new and Chase may or may have not asked me to get him a cup of coffee.

And I may or may have not called him a lazy asshole for not doing it himself.

I felt cheerful today and I just wanted to share it with as many people as I could before I would go back to ‘my mood’. Besides things were looking up.

Not completely, I would still have to go back to the city, I was not looking forward to it. At all.

I walked into the coffee shop just wanting to come in and leave. My thoughts of trying something new had died when I saw a customer seated with iced tea.

The line was not long, it was more like a lot of people had come to order and had sat down to enjoy their drinks. Only a few people were on the line. Two.

One was a woman who was pregnant—I had guessed she was going in her fifth or sixth month— she was waiting, anxiously looking and tapping her foot. She looked like if she did not get her hands on a cup of coffee someone was going to end up losing their life.