•Together again, again
Gee, it's good to be together again, again
I just can't imagine that you've ever been gone
It's not starting over, it's just going on•
(Yes it's a muppet song, but it perfectly sums up this story)
This is a story about a girl...
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Recently, days have been the same. Wake up early, walk the street, go to work and pick apart some papers, socialize with Kaylin, walk home, eat dinner, work some more, and go to bed. I haven't been seeing Steven much. At all, really. I've just been more and more stressed. I'm working on which flower arrangement I should chose right now. I've even thought of visiting his office, but I've called and they just turned me away. So why bother going? I still haven't made an appointment for a wedding dress. But Steven did say he wanted me going somewhere nice, expensive is what that means. I can't think of a time of when to go in, and who to go in with? Kaylin is just as busy as I am. My mom is hard at work with her bakery in MASS.
I am now walking down the street, thinking about all the work I have to do. And how Steven has been ignoring me since the job. My head is literally spinning. Wait, where am I going? I turn around to see the street sign. Now I'm looking around the city like a crazy woman. Whatever, I don't have time for this, I'm going to be late! I hurry down the same street, frustrated. Stupid job, stupid promotion, stupid street, stupid flower arrangement-
CRASH!
Someone had bumped into me and spilled my coffee all over me. It's literally burning my skin. I screech. The burning coffee is dripping down my face and chest. On my WHITE blouse!
"HEY! Hey, come back here!" I yell at the man moving at a fast pace.
He waves me away. "I'm sorry, I really am, but I'm late to turn in my piece for work and-"
"Tell me WHY you didn't watch were you were going?!" He turns around. I deserve an explanation!
"Hey, I- Julia?" I squint through the liquid covering my face. The face I am looking at right now is a face I haven't seen in a very long time. It's a face all too familiar.
