An Angel to Guide

Chapter 1- Beginning

The shop wasn't busy today. It never was. Looking over at the lonely booth in the corner, her heart started to ache and a dull internal pain was dragged back up. She wiped her eyes, like she did everyday, and turned to the window.

A little boy and girl chased one another down the block, but we're instantly stopped by their mother yelling at him. She could tell by the way her eyebrows shaped above her eyes and the tense face she carried that she wanted them to stop. They both put down their heads and continued walking behind their mother. They still continuously poked one another. The family of three turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

She turned back to the empty booth in the corner of the Coffee Shop, touching her round belly. After a small kick, she suddenly had the erge to walk over to the lonely booth, sitting down in the same spot she sat in four years ago. She put her right hand on the bottom of the table and felt the grooves of lettering.

Ryan and Chelsea forever

Chelsea closed her eyes and whispered the names. After taking a deep breath she opened her eyes and jumped, startled. She found the blonde waitress staring at her.

"Everything alright, Miss?"

"Everything is just fine." She smiled and touched her stomach again.

"Would you like me to move your things over here?" Oh. She forgot. In plain sight, her purse and coffee still sat at her original table.

"No thank you. I was just leaving." She paid, said goodbye to the waitress, and pushed open the doors that led outside.

The smell of gasoline and donuts filled her nose and the sound of honking cars and construction equipment rang in her ears. She pulled her brown coat over her swollen belly to block the crisp fall air and wrapped the blue scarf around her neck. The one he gave her.
"It matches your eyes," He used to say, "You look good in blue. With your brown hair and blue eyes."

She sighed and walked down the block and turned a left. Young couples and their families surrounded her. She almost felt like this was torture. Just like she learned in her therapy classes, She took several deep breaths, clenched and unclenched her hands. She was clam in less than a minute.

"Good mornin, Ma'am." And older gentleman said passing by.

"Good morning," She responded, showing her fake smile.

The young beautiful woman walked along the block until she had to cross the road. When the light turned green, she walked toward the other side if the block. She then turned two rights and one left and found herself in Central Park. Chelsea walked down the sidewalk. She found herself in another memory. She slowly made her way to the old rusty bench and sat down, taking it all on. She rested her head and opened up the memory.

"Can I open my eyes now?" Younger Chelsea asked desperatly.

"Not yet!" He laughed evilly.

"Come on, Ryan! I can't wait any longer!"

"Ok. Open them... NOW!" She did just that. The voice seemed so familiar but strange. The smile faded on her face.

"We are sitting on a bench." Younger Chelsea exclaimed, very confusingly. The man took her hand and held it gently.

"Ah, but it's a scared bench."
Angrily she said,
"You took me to Central Park for our one year anniversary?" The man, so beautiful, just smiled and looked away. She couldn't tell what he was thinking. She wondered of all the possibilities of why he took her there. But after a few minutes he turned back, with that stupid smile on his face.

"Do you remember this bench? We sat on this bench on our first date. Remember how awkward we were?" He chuckled. He leaned in every so slowly and kissed her ever so gently. She never had felt anything so gentle but strong. The break of the kiss is what lead her back to reality.