A Year Without Him.

Chapter One.

"Love is all around you"

Chapter One.

Have you ever watched the sun set? Well I have at this very moment.

The colors were beautiful. I sat outside in my very own apartment as I was on my balcony while enjoying a cup of tea.

I was never into the whole 'let's smoke guys and get baked' but I did partied once in awhile. Which was clearly rare.

Last year I was in love. Until news year came, I had broken it off with the guy I was with.

I couldn't take it anymore so I left. He did made me happy but it was the choices that he had made.

I left my home town to get away from him and that the year is now on it's way to ending.

And I left without telling anyone but my parents. I wanted to start fresh and my parents knew that, so they had let their only daughter that is 18 and who is still going to school, to live on her own.

They agreed that they will be giving me money for food and rent as long I still went to school and to work part-time at a local restaurant that's a few blocks away from my apartment.

I was good with that.

I looked at the sun and thought about the good moments with him.

He was my savior grace but he wasn't for long until I turned 17.

I gotten up from where I was sitting and went inside before I shut the back door closed. I placed my cup of cold tea on the counter and went to my room.

I had gotten changed into some pyjamas such as a tank top and shorts to go along with it.

I soon threw my hair into a messy bun and went down stairs to find a knock on my apartment door.

I looked through the peep hole and saw that it was him. My ex-boyfriend was standing on the other side of this door.

The knocking continued. I sighed and opened the door. "Art Milton" I said.

He looked at me with sadness in his eyes. "Khloe?" He asked."You live here now?".

"Yeah I am" I said. I held the door tight in the palm of my hand while looking at him. "What brings you to my apartment?".

"I was going to my friend apartment who is on this floor and I thought your place–" he trailed off.

"That my place was your friend's place right?" I said.

He nodded his head. "Look Khloe, I miss you." he said while bring a hand to the back of his neck and scratched his neck gently.

"I know you but like what we spoke about- it was the best option that had happened to me, but the choices you've made, weren't even the good ones which that made me go" I said.

It was the honest truth. he then looked down to the ground and then back up towards my eyes before he spoke another word. "Well I guess I should be going now" he said. "See you around".

I nodded. "Bye" with that he walked away and I watched him walking down the hall.

I watched him disappeared around the corner and that his figure was gone, I stood there questioning myself why did he choose the actions and choices that he had made.

I closed the door slowly as I gave one look down the hall and towards the corner that he took then returned inside. I wouldn't have left him or my family, yet alone everyone in my hometown but he was the one that pushed me to do it.

He was a good guy but never would have I thought of him doing the choices that he had made that are unexpected. The choices that he had made also changed him. 

I walked to my bedroom and sat on the side of my bed then there was a photo on my night stand next to my bed,  where there was a happy photo of my parents and I standing in front of willow tree where my mom had her hand on her stomach and my dad was by her side as this was at a park for my mother's baby shower to my little sister and the one that took this photo was him of course.

That was from five years ago now, but Art Milton has also made an impact on my life.  He was the on that encouraged me to continue my studies as a film student and to never give up hope as it can be hard with the assignments and the late nights finishing up everything to submit to the professors as well.

I turned my head away from the photo and laid back in my bed then stared up at the ceiling. What am I going to do? I can't get side tracked from this surprised visit of my ex-boyfriend who I haven't seen in a long time get in the way of my life. 

After a few minutes had passed, I gotten up and went to the bathroom then prepared for bed.

The day was already ending and as well for school, let's see how that plays out for tomorrow then because it's close to the end of the current year. It's currently the end of November and it's just finally snowing in New York City, and I still enjoy to sit on the balcony of my apartment of this time of year. 

I've been at this apartment for well over 8 months and I lost all contact with Art, so how did he ever find my apartment? I have never gave him nor anyone I know back home my new address besides for my parents and ever since we've broken up, he hasn't been on their good side in which my parents are pretty laid back but with high standers for their oldest daughter and they would never give out any information that I have.

And I would've never guessed for him to show up at my door, but he's been trying to contact me this whole time by making social media accounts on everything that I use and so I decided to block him each time because I am trying to move on with my life and to move on from him. I am definitely working on myself more than anything and as well, with school like I said earlier.

Once I was done brushing my teeth, I removed the covers from my bed and climbed into it then I released a sigh of comfort and being in peace, but something is missing.

The next day came quickly once I dozed off to sleep last night. I started my day at the dawn of the morning then made my way to the lobby of the building that I live in and unlocked my mail box which I had found a letter from my parents. They don't usually send anything unless something has gone wrong back at home with them. 

I paused for a moment and I gulped down a gut feeling that I had at the back of my throat then I quickly opened the letter. The letter read that there was fire on our home and my parents made it out just in time but they are having a hard time to recover financially as their offices had everything for their work.

Now, they will be coming to live in New York within a few months in time and they request my help for that process and to transition them into a new home but for now, they remain in a hotel suite on the other side of the town.

I know you may think this is an odd situation but my parents are old fashion at times and they prefer to mail me letters about things or even in general for letters and occasional phone calls but even phone calls were rare.

Then at the end of the letter, they had mentioned that they missed me so much and they love me, especially after I told that I was going into film rather then a business program even though they are laid back but they just didn't expected it you know?

Hearing or reading the letter of them saying that they love me is important to me, after being with someone who didn't love me back after the choices he had made and were done for sometime, and moving an hour or so away from the two people who gave me life still love me.

Being loved is the most important thing in the world especially, even your at your breaking point. Love will always find a way to you no matter what.