Uriah Walter never expected to see his ex-girlfriend, Louise Santiago, again after their nasty break-up three years ago. But he also never expected her to work for him in his business firm as an intern. The best part? She doesn't remember him. At all.

He just sits there. On seat 31. Reading a book or listening to his music. He looks out of the window. Or looks at her. She just sits there. On seat 30. Reading a book or listening to her music. She looks out of the window. Or looks at him.

There in those city lights, there was no her and there was no him. There was just everything and nothing and the spaces in between, like flickering lights against a never-ending, black sky. There in those city lights, there was no love and there was no hate. There was just listening and talking and understanding every single thing, like the 'ready, stop, go' of car-chasers and dream-makers. There in those city lights, there was no sadness and there was no happiness. There was just candid smiles and wasted tears and bottom lips chewed off, like the overflowing boulevard of things unseen. There in those city lights, there was no lady and there was no man. There was just a boy and a girl, who promised to fall in love, not with each other, but in those city lights. [a blind collaboration by @hepburnettes & @cityscape]

Hudson Ellis is good at his job. Somehow, he manages not to annoy people when he knocks at their doors and asks them to contribute to the charity he works for - instead, he gets them to sign up for sponsoring programmes and fish whatever spare change they have out of their pockets. Even the infamously tough residents of New York City are falling victim to Hudson's easy-going ways and wide smile; that is, until one woman renders him speechless with sarcastic refusals and slams her door in his face. Perhaps Hudson would be able to forget her - if it wasn't for the fact that she lives on the same floor of the next apartment over, and they both have floor-to-ceiling windows that allow for a rather generous view into each other's flats.

They only knew how to love each other.

Anna has been in love with Seymour Harris ever since she met him in an elevator years ago. But Seymour, gorgeous, popular and wildly charming, has never given her a second glance. Until now.  When a tragic accident occurred, causing Seymor to go into a coma, Anna seems to be the only who is able to see his spirit. With the possibility of euthanasia hanging over his head, they must work together to save him from his predicament, especially before someone turns off the life support. This is a story of young love, heartbreak, and the search for hope when everything else seems to be lost.

In which Cosmology writes about her life. {short story #80 - 3rd January 2014 & humor #242 - 28th December 2013} © belora / bee s. 2013

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

❝So she opens that small shoe box and see countless one-fourth sheet of papers with diary entries inside Gregory's sneakers.❞ Farleigh Jones knows that Gregory loves his sneakers yet she does not expect he would leave it at home as to he is now a fresh graduate of college and now ready to explore the world. But Farleigh believes he has already explored the world when his teenage years sprouted like a flower wearing those certain Converse-marked sneakers filled with diary entries to how those years were infinitely perfect and substantial. ◄► copyright reserved 2014 // romina c. ◄► short story #234 and Teen Fiction #831 // keep it going, guys.