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My eyes twitch at the faint sunlight coming through the poor rug that I cover my windows with, with a knowing groan I stand up, immediately rushing to put on my long sleeved shirt to ease the cool air that has gone since Spring has been forgotten itself, but I can’t exactly hate for why it is like that, despite the hope I always tend to hope for it to be better and come sooner. While I get my red scarf ready around my swell neck, tightening it but not enough to give myself pain. Then my eyes dart to the notebook I constantly write through that Mr Hermes makes little remarks about how obsessive I am with finding the perfect song to “Bring the world back into tune” which I always stubbornly dismiss said remarks even though he does not mean them. Now shoving the notebook into my left pocket and rushing out of my shack.
The sunlight hits me again, but gets covered by the stormy-like clouds, almost swallowing it whole and the hard wind just hits me, as if it knew exactly where to follow its direction. I grit my chattering teeth harshly and rush forward to the small restaurant I worked in, with a timid shove to the front I immediately grasped the work apron and wrapped it around me. In an instant I worked myself to the bone with the wash cloth to make every spot clean and look well, not caring if anybody never cared how the restaurant looked, from the floor, to the walls, to every single table. Light footsteps from outside alert my ears but I dismiss them as being Mr Hermes’s dainty feather shoes walking in. My head lightly bumps against a table, letting out a dry groan and rubbing my head lightly, trying to push back my messy brown curls back which made me even more silly.
I then began to greet the people who come in with a bright smile, I was rarely ever been made fun of, besides from my face being “baby faced” which was just unfair, but again I do my routine by bringing out drinks for everyone with cheap wine or anything they desired, I even remembered one time giving a specific old styled drink to a man who had a suspicious feeling like he invested himself with that occupation, while also being in theatrics but for some reason he always held an unnerving feeling, as if he would drive anyone mad with a look, I never saw the man again but I had a feeling I've met him before. While rushing around the restaurant, I felt someone gentle but strong, slightly thud against my shoulder by accident, my eyes darted back and immediately tried to apologize to the person but completely lost my chance to speak as I saw the face I recognized instantly. Her hair was beautifully braided despite the fact she would disagree with me which I should not know at all, her warm grey jacket gripped her well with an orange-lit scarf that was slightly loose around her neck. My heart began to tighten as if an irresistible, painful force plunged into it and made feel the love that consumed my frail figure into a consuming dread of what will happen between this woman I shouldn’t have known at all and I tried to ignore with a stifling nervous chuckle which she repeated along with me as she too had the same look in her eyes and we briefly apologized to one another before more patrons came in, reminding me I needed to get back on the job.
An hour or two passed, three mysterious figures came by, each of them almost seemed to be around the woman I had brushed by and as if a starkly influenced thought of a past life struck my mind, I started to make a makeshift flower out of the newspaper while humming a melody I knew so long ago despite me not wanting it, I had no power to renounce it and somewhere inside my heart, I knew I was happy for it despite what held out for us in the end...