He Loves Me Not (Intro)

He Loves Me Not Part 1

*Few months later*

  The days passed by in a blur and before i knew it, Spring had arrived. You'd think i would be enchanted by the lush carpet of greenery spreading across the floor or the flowers that dotted the grass. But no. In fact, Spring was my least favorite season, besides Winter.

  I sat on the hard concrete floor with my head hanging low, my auburn hair covering my face. I was too ashamed to show my face. I shaked my small bowl which was only filled with one penny at the pedestrians. But once again, no one cared about the poor. Stupid rich people. " So we meet again." A familiar voice said. I tilted my head upwards and saw a man with a mustache and balding hair wearing a business suit. Who the hell is this guy? " Ummm...i don't know you." I replied. " Yes you do." He said. Does he even know who am i? " I am the guy who offered you an extra coat during Winter last year, but you ran away."

  Suddenly, all the pieces fell back in place. So it was him! But how in the world did he get so old. It's only been one year. " How come you look so old right now?" I asked. " Well, technically that wasn't me. It was one of my servants. You see, i'm a very nice guy. So helping the poor is what i like to do. Plus, i have a better reputation and people will start to like me."

  I rolled my eyes. That's what i thought. Do it for the reputation. Rich people never give a shit about poor people. " So what do you want with me anyway? It's not like you care about me anyway." I said. " Well...this is actually for my reputation. Besides, i have too much servants alrea-" " Yeah just spit it out already. " I interrupted him. I had no time listening to him boasting about himself. Doesn't he feel ashamed? "Okay then," He said, sensing how impatient i was. "I want to offer you a job."