Wondering

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*4 months later*


*Sofia's point of view*

"SHH," The librarian hissed at an ignorant group of teenagers that were giggling amongst themselves at the computer lab in the library. The commotion distracted me from my book, which nowadays is very hard to do. I read to escape my life, seeing as there's nothing exciting going on in the real world. Nowadays, I live through the characters in the stories that I read. I get so invested in their lives that it distracts me from what's actually going on around me. Which is a whole lot of nothing.


Although, sometimes I feel like I'm just a character in a story; but one with a bad ending. I was just an ordinary girl until one day I found the most perfect, beautiful man I've ever met. He was kind to me, caring and protective. We were madly in love. He was a man that made me feel like much more than I was. He made me feel like I was living in a movie or a really good romance novel. Until one day... it all disappeared. Now I'm just an ordinary girl again. Alone most of the time. Wondering what he does every day when he wakes up, wondering if he sleeps okay at night, wondering if he still plays the piano late at night when he can't sleep, wondering if he thinks about me as much as I think about him. Wondering if he's found someone new. Someone that makes him happy like in the movies. Happy like we once were. My ending is... unfinished. Uncertain. But defiantly not one that I would have imagined for myself.


I sit alone in the library almost every day after my classes. Izabella suggested moving onto campus or getting a roommate so I would have someone to talk to, but the idea never settled right with me. I still live alone. She tries to visit as much as she can, but she has classes, just like I do, and it gets busy. I understand.


My phone buzzed from my pocket. It was my alarm. I get so lost in the books, I need a reminder to get up and actually do other things with my day. Today, I decided to take a walk around Rodeo Drive in hopes to see some life that wasn't printed on pages. I put my book in my bag and drove down to Rodeo.

 I put my book in my bag and drove down to Rodeo

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Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
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