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My bedroom shares the bathroom with my kitchen, but I got a nice queen-sized bed. I'm not complaining because I know that I'm going to spend the majority of my time outside of my apartment. However, if I do make some more friends, I may invite them over for a card game or something of that sort. I could invite Henry over. I can see his name written out in my mind and I fawn over each letter. H for his luscious hair, bouncing with every step he takes; E for every sweet word he speaks; N is for never letting our conversation die; R is for the range of emotions I've felt since introducing ourselves; Y is for why am I feeling so much so quickly. I mean, what are the chances of this happening? Someone very attractive actually introduces themselves to me and sits down with me, a total stranger, to share a meal. This never happens in real life. I think. Maybe I just have no experience in the outside world.
I'm all ready for my day. I bought some fruit the day before yesterday and ate a kiwi and banana for breakfast. I'm still very hungry but I don't think I'll have time to get to the dining hall before work. I have my clothes laid out and I've washed my hair. Everything is moving smoothly. I go to sit down on the side of my bed and pull my scissors out of my drawer. I wipe down my right thigh and the scissors with an antibacterial wipe. Then I cut some lines in my skin. I go deeper as the line drags on and try to draw as much blood as I can. This is just routine. Once the bleeding stops, I pull up my long skirt and throw a white t-shirt over my head. I grab my backpack and head out the door.
The air boils my skin and I can feel the hairs on my head rise with the humidity, but I still walk quickly because I am a few minutes later than expected. I get to the office and share the elevator with Michael.
"Hey, Charlotte, how are you? Sweaty?"
"Yup, but still good. Today's theme is fame and I've got an idea for a poem. How are you doing?" I asked.
"I'm doing well, got a good amount of sleep, very excited to discuss finance with Brian today. Have you met Brian? He's from Bowdoin, great guy."
"I have not, I haven't really traveled further than my own block in the office."
"You're not going to meet anybody that way!" He states.
"Well, actually the craziest thing happened last night—"
I am cut off by the elevator door opening and Michael stepping out before me. He tells me to have a good day, very shyly. I tell him the same thing and walk to my desk. I am very focused today and push out four poems along with two analyses for my co-worker. One poem was very short, but I think it was my most complex:
I'd never felt the glamor
Of his crucifix and pearls
Until I saw yellow armor
And over the sea— swirls.
It's about the experience of watching a sunset and sharing the glory of your famous partner. I see gold in the sky and compare it to the gold around his neck. Henry was wearing a small gold ring. That was in my mind when I wrote this poem. I can't get my mind off of him. When he looked into my eyes, I felt overwhelmed. I've only had that experience once before with a girl in freshman year. Nothing came of that look, but I loved her. I shouldn't speak of love, I just met this guy. But he initiated the meeting. He saw me and wanted to talk to me. To eat with me. This is just insane to me. I should text him. Should I call him? He seems like the type to prefer a call. I will call him after work.
When the day is finished, I'm on my way to the dining hall. I pull my phone from my pocket and look up his number. I press call and listen to the phone ring. I look over my shoulder and see Michael a few steps behind me. Why didn't he say anything? I wave at him and he waves back, but doesn't catch up with me, instead turning around a corner and taking a different route to the cafeteria.
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An Interesting Love
FanfictionHe can create whole universes and she can read his mind. After starting her internship at Columbia University, Charlotte meets Henry. They have an innocent beginning, but things turn dark when Charlotte's coworker, Michael, gets involved. How will C...