The sound of birds chirping woken me up. I groaned and cover my eyes with my blanket.
Five more minutes I grumbled to myself.
I thought that the sound of birds will me make less grumpy as I woke up. Boy, I was wrong. I am still grumpy. Clearly, I am not a morning person.
Is it just me or does the sound of the birds chirping gotten much higher? I sighed and reached out for my handphone on my bed stand, I disable the alarm and plopped my head on my pillow.
I got up again and rubbed my left leg unconsciously. Even though the pain had faded away, I still feel a bit stiffed on my leg when waking up in the morning. I traced my finger along the long jagged scar from my mid-thigh to my knee.
Suddenly I felt myself getting colder and my heartbeat beating abnormally fast. Beads of sweats started to form on my forehead. Trembling, I put my hand on my chest and slowly took a few slow deep breaths to steady myself. I closed my eyes and stay still for several moments.
It took 15 minutes for me to breathe normally. I took a deep breath and wiped my sweat from my forehead. I took my phone and began to scroll through my song playlist. I select Yerin Baek's album and played her track song "Not a girl". I closed my eyes again and began to feel the sense of peace enveloping my mind as her song began to fill my bedroom.
I swayed my head and sang the lyrics softly.
I'm not a girl anymore
You said in my bed
My minds got deeper
So you say you can't reach it no more
I hate when I have to be there to do stuffs you'd want me to
You know I have something to do
Since I wasn't the girl that you knew
Let's not talk about that, In front of lives ahead
Changes are many
But steady things are dead
Can't be what you want
I can't be what you were
I can't say I have done so many things but now
Can't be good enough
Can't say we'll be done well
Don't say what you want
I'm not a bird anymore
Since you set me free to leave
My heart wants to fly
So you can't grab me no more
I hate when I can't do the things
What my minds want me to do
You use that to save your heart
Since I am not the girl that you want
Don't let me down again
And you should play it fair
Changes are hurting
But steady things don't stay
Feeling much better, I walked to the bathroom and started to get ready to go to work.
x x x x x x
Grabbing my mini backpack, I quickly made my way to my front door of my 2-bedroom apartment. Personally, I prefer a much smaller apartment, but Ashton was determined to move me here. I cannot argue much as he says that this one of the apartments in the city that has access to an elevator. Plus, security is top notch, my door only can be access using my own access code and my apartment has a security alarm.
This is also one of Ashton's conditions for me to live alone because I voiced out my desire to live more independently. It took months for me to convince and beg him for me to live alone.
I glanced at myself at the mirror beside my front door. I wore a faded pleated jeans paired with a black cropped tee. I didn't have time to do something to my hair so I just pulled my hair into a high ponytail. I paused for a moment to wear my black sneakers and went out the door. My eyes went wide as I looked at my watch. I thought to myself, damn, I should not have spent extra 30 minutes in the bath tub. Imagining the horrendous traffic jam that awaits me, I walked as quickly as I can to the elevator. I panicked as I saw the elevator's door began to close and I yelled for anyone in the elevator to wait for me.
The elevator's door began to open again, and I huffed and puffed my way into it. There was only one person standing in the corner of the elevator. Trying to catch my breath, I leaned myself on the side of the elevator. I turned behind me to say my thanks to the person, but I stopped when I took a good look of him.
The dark-haired man behind me was tall, very tall with European features with broad shoulders. His black hair was neatly trimmed. He wore jeans and a plain black T-Shirt that outline his lean frame. He was also carrying a helmet bike in his hand. He had a strong, chiseled jaw and cheekbones with a wide forehead. His deep green jaded slanted eyes were the only features of him marking his Asian heritage. There was a also a tattoo on his side of a neck but I couldn't see it clearly from my side. Good Lord. He looks like a life walking version of a GQ magazine cover.
His smile was charming. Too charming. Wait. Why is his grinning and shaking his head?
I mentally slapped myself. I must look like a crazy weirdo as I was staring at him with my mouth open. I closed my mouth abruptly and cleared my throat.
"Thank you for holding the elevator for me"
"You're most welcome. Luckily, I heard your voice from afar",
I flinched and I prayed that the neighbors did not hear my voice echoing through the hallway.
"I wasn't that loud ", I muttered and saw him raised his left eyebrow.
"Well, maybe a little loud", I said and he raised his eyebrow lifted much higher than before.
"I was loud but not loud enough to wake up the dead ", I said and feeling a bit annoyed, I turn back around.
I heard a small chuckle behind me and I sighed in relief as the elevator door open which led to the car park. I saw his hand pressing on the elevator button to hold the door open for me. I quickly went out from the elevator and smiled gratefully at him.
He winked at me and I might have blushed a little. I gave him a little wave and hurriedly went to my car before I further embarrassed myself again.
Aspen smiled as he saw Alexander made her way to the car park. She was an attractive girl in the typical classy sense, with a shapely figure and beautiful straight jet-black hair that gently dropped on her back. It was her eyes that captivates him the most. Soft almond shaped deep brown eyes that glows with warmth as she smiles.
He glanced curiously at her cane and notice despite the limp, she walked with an air of self-confidence and vitality that he admired. Recalling their earlier conversation, he noted that she has a hint of stubbornness as well. He took one last look at Alexander and he had the feeling that their path will cross again.
