The city of dreams. The city that never sleeps. New York. My city, my home. Walking past the big, brilliant buildings of red, my hair is carried by a gentle winter breeze, the cedar brown locks making a sea of waves. I felt the breeze brush against my tanned skin and started to blow on my blossom lips. through my crystal eyes, I see people walk past, staring intently at me, Skyla Robin, 24 years old, the youngest successful businesswoman in the USA. I soon smell the sweet smell of flowers and stop in front of my favourite flower shop, the Flowers Patch, owned by Jade and Jazmin Hill, twins that I have known for almost 6 years. I push open the door and head for the counter. At the counter stood Jade, her bright smile welcoming me as I walk up. I could see the same bouquet that I order each day, beautiful pink roses, bright yellow tulips and pearly white chrysanthemums, all tied up with a big red bow. As I reach the desk, Jade hands me the bouquet and greeted me as usual.
"Good Morning, Skyla. How has your mornin' been," she asked cheerfully.
"It's been peaceful and nice. How's it going today," I replied with the same enthusiasm that Jade had.
She replies with less cheer and more sadness, "the business is slow and we don't have enough money left to keep this place up and running anymore. We'll have to close our doors for good soon."
A brilliant idea popped up into my head and with the excitement in me, I quickly said my goodbye, paid, took the bouquet and rushed out the door. I soon started walking down the street, still excited from the idea that had appeared at the very moment I needed it to, but I wasn't paying attention to where I was going and I bumped into someone. I fell onto the concrete, dropping the flowers, and when I looked up I could see a tall, muscular man with piercing blue eyes. It reminded me of eyes from my past, my best friend's eyes, but he didn't look like him.
"I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going," I apologized profusely.
He shrugged his shoulders and said"Its alright. Hey, aren't you Skyla Robin. I hope you remember me. Well, it was nice to meet you, bye," and then he had helped me onto my feet, handed me my things, including the flowers, and in a slight moment, he had left. 'What did he mean remember him? Who is he?' I felt really confused and concerned. What did he mean? I was struck by realisation when I remembered that I had a bunch of meetings this noon. I started to walk down the street until I got to my hotel, the Golden Star. I went through the entrance and heard someone calling my name.
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After A Kill for Love
Romance24-year-old Skyla Robin has an unfortunate turn of events. Living far away from all that had happened years, she is confronted by objects, stories and people that were dear to her. After the accident, she is changed and is in a different world.
