demitrasgirl
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- Parts 8
I thought I knew what my life was-quiet, monotonous, nothing like the dream I once chased to this city. Wake up, work, pretend I'm fine, go home. Repeat. I had accepted that this was it for me, that New York had slowly carved me into someone who just moved through the days instead of living them. But then everything changed, suddenly and without giving me a chance to prepare. If I had known that a simple morning at work would change the pace of my entire year, I might've paid more attention to the unease I felt waking up. New York loves disguising life-altering moments as ordinary ones. Mine came hidden in a routine shift, a cup of mediocre coffee, and a girl whose smile would hit me like a revelation.