Words fall out of my mouth
And I can't seem to trace what I'm saying,
Everybody wants your time.
I'm just dreaming out loud,
I can't have you for mine and I know it,
I just wanna watch you shine.
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Five days had passed since the breakup. Sarah had only spoken to Nate once to arrange how and when they would return their belongings to each other. He was the one to make the call and sounded surprisingly calmed. After the breakdown, a peace of mind came over Sarah, a clear sign that she was right to end things with Nate. She had already broken the news to her parents and friends. Abby was particularly sad about it, since that meant no more double dates for them.
Inside the elevator, Sarah looked down at the cardboard box in her arms, containing all of Nate's stuff. They were basically clothes, books and movies. She had stored the pictures and other gifts he had given her, in a smaller box in the closet.
The elevator doors opened and Sarah found Ali — the doorkeeper of her building — reading the newspaper behind his black desk. He was a middle aged man who constantly seemed to be in a good mood. His honest, smiling face never failed to make Sarah feel cheerful. He had been working there since she first moved in and never said no to Sarah when she asked for any favor. In return, Sarah often made all sorts of baked goods for him. The chocolate chip cookies were his favorites.
"Good morning, Ali!"
He lowered the paper and looked at her over his glasses. "Miss Anderson! Good morning!"
Sarah placed the box on the desk.
"What do we have here?" He wondered, standing up.
"Um, Nate is picking up this later today and dropping another box. Would you mind?"
"Oh, not at all," he peeked down at the contents of the box and then back at Sarah with a straight face. "Is everything okay?"
Sarah tilted her head to the side. "You're too kind, Ali. Everything is fine, it's just... " She pouted and her eyes moved to the ceiling looking for the right words. "I guess you won't be seeing a lot of Nate anymore."
Ali raised his eyebrows. "Oh! I'm sorry to hear that."
"It's fine, really," she assured him.
"Okay, I'll give this to him." The smile back on his face while he took the box.
"Thank you so much."
He nodded politely and she retreated back to the elevator. While waiting for the doors to open at her floor, she grabbed the phone from her back pocket and looked at the time. It was 9:28 a.m. She entered the apartment, grabbed the remote control from the coffee table and stood in front of the T.V.
Okay. I'll watch for five minutes and then I'll hit the gym.
She inhaled deeply, turned the flat screen on and tuned into Yas Sports channel. First thing that popped up on the screen was Hamdan's face being interviewed by a reporter.
"Oh, come on!" She complained.
Wait, what? He's not riding? Why? It's the National Cup!
Her pulled together eyebrows started to relax when she began to get lost in Hamdan's image. His hands, always talking with his hands, his breathtaking mahogany eyes, the flawless lines of his beard along his strong jaw and finally, his prominent lower lip.
Why does he have to be so perfect?
She sighed.
Stop torturing yourself. It's not like you can have him.
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