Our Sad Story [Chapter 8]

I pulled you from my chest and stared straight into your eyes. I brushed the tears away, and pinched your cheek, making you pout a bit. You finally smiled back at me.

"You don't have to worry about a thing from now on. I got everything under control and I'll protect you forever," I kissed your forehead before the door bell went off.

Christmas Madness, 1: Leaving the house

" Amber wake up!!! We're going to be late for the plane!!"  Krystal screeching voice almost make the other girl dropped her toothbrush down.

Long gone was the sweet girl she dated. Amber guess that's what dating after 4 years happen to relationship. Her little kitten is now a full grown tiger. 

Amber swore she took less than 15 minute to shower and grab the nearest shirt she can reach and a pair of jeans she was sure it needed washing. Krystal who screamed for her to hurry earlier was still straighten her hair. 

This happened once the very first day they decided to live together. Krystal screamed at her to hurry when she has to wait for Krystal to finished getting ready. Back than Amber thought it was a one time thing. She didn't know that set the tone for the entire relationship. 

After playing with her phone for about half an hour and still haven't seen Krystal coming out of her walk in closet, Amber decided to go inside and check. 

There were at least 6 suit cases lying around, each filled with clothes, hairy dryer, hair straightener and many bottles of something Amber could careless about. 

"You don't plan to move back with your parents right?"  

Krystal gave Amber a look and put away what Amber thought was a torture device back learned later on is a eye lash curler. "These are not just mine, your stuff are in there too." Krystal quickly swigged 2 coats of mascara, put it away and walked to retrieved a small blue suede suitcase Amber didn't even notice because of its small size compare to all the other suitcases. 

"We're going for a week of peaceful vacation, Kryst, you don't have to bring your job as a stylist with you." 

" That's how you want to start your " week of peaceful vacation " ? A complain about how much clothes I bring? "  Krystal folded her arms and glared, and Amber has been faking all her life that that look is scary. It was sexy as hell. 

That's the one benefit of dating someone who still look hot while being mad. 

They got a cab and everything was inside already when Krystal remembered she forgot her bag.

" You have other bag?"  Amber asked in astonishment, "and here I thought you brought all your bag on  the trip." 

"I'll go get, now will you shut it." 

" I'll go, You'll stuck 30 min  changing your make up when you pass your vanity mirror." 

" Amber!!" 

" Hey are you going!" The taxi man asked in annoyance. 

" In a minute!!" both of them bite back, before Amber told Krystal, "you're travelling so the LV speedo right?" 

" Ahuh, be quick about it." 

When Amber returned with the backpack, Krystal was frantic about something else.

" My coat doesn't match my shoes!! Do you think I should have worn the Chanel one?? ooooh, may be the white mink will do." 

" Sweetie, you're beautiful and all these clothes are just secondary." 

"that's so sweet."  Krystal hold Amber's face, " I'm still going to change the coat though." 

But Amber already push Krystal into the cab and shouted, " To the Airport!!" 

xxxxx

Author's note: It's 3 am and I'm sleepy and I'm bored and I feel like writing, no bashing, feeling a bit rusty with fanfic now

Never Meant to Be

Wednesday.

Cold as hell, I'm almost trembling. I'll never understand why they insist on blasting the AC so high when it's raining outside. 

The bus comes to a halt. A couple more people coming in. Most of them soaking wet from the rain outside. By the time everyone got on the bus, I can smell the rain from outside thanks to the muddy footprints all over the bus floor. 

Good luck cleaning that. 

Sorry for the sarcasm. Don't get me wrong. I love people. Damn, I'm a lawyer. I defend people. But the long ride and the damp clothes pressing against me is not pleasant and not exactly playing up to my mood. 

I look to the left then right. Nothing really interest me. So I did what I do best. Make up everyone's life. Because that's what being lawyers for years have reduced me to be: a people watcher...? It only take so long to guess what's everyone story is and what excuse they come up to defend their crime. 

There's a girl, probably 16-17, playing with her ipads, and headphones blasting, and not giving her seat to the elders. She's wearing a red beanie, gray sweatshirts, long sleeve, shorts, and combat boots. Hmm, hipster teen, skipping school today, probably listening to heavy metal by some indie bands right now. No piecing: not yet. she's just starting high school then, not yet falling down too far with her emo hipster friend. She's probably one of those neglected child who doesnt talk with her parents and shut herself in her room. I hope she find some good friends soon, or may be see a psychiatrist. The overwhelming red and black she wear on her accessories might suggest early depression. 

There's a man, glasses, white collar uniform like him, reading his phone. Not interesting, probably one of those safe fall college graduates working a boring 9-5 job. 

Old lady with a bible - no, not again. 

wait, wait, that one is interesting. 

Tall, skinny, white, stereotypical attractive. young too, not a teen but young adult? I'll go with 20 -21. Straight dye-blonde hair and heavy accessories on her fingers: loads of rings and mid-rings, would suggest she's a hippy but the headband would say she's more of a boho-chick. She's wearing a sleeveless military-green shirt that tug into her black jeans. But Amber has to say the most prominent feature of that girl is her eyepatch.

Who wears eyepatch these days? 

Did she get an eye injury? But its not a medical eyepatch, it;s a black patch with leather straps to tie around her head. I'm not sure if it was meant for style or one of her eye is lost. The other eye though, is covered in sharp black eye liner that resemble a cat eye. 

If I were to come up with her story, what would it be? A pirate? Lost pirate from ancient times and walk through the modern time and end up on this bus? I suppressed a chuckle on that thought,and I could've sworn the girl glared a way a little while. 

I got back to her story. If not a pirate, she could be an actress? she definitely got the look for it, but an actress wouldn't ride a bus, would she? A student, creative department? School play? That's possible, except there was not really a school or university pass this route the bus take. The bus run between the financial district to the commercial zone (amber remembered the hipster girl probably just come back from the mall), and then go to the outskirt of the city. 

Amber has no idea what on earth a girl with an eye patch would do in a financial district. It would be ok if she's from the commercial zone too but Amber remember she comes up with the rainy wet people from the Financial district. 

Sombody pressed the stop button and my heart race. Is she the one who press it? She'll leave now?? But I still haven't make up the story about her yet and there's still a long way to go until I got home! 

As luck would have had it for me, Eyepatch really get off the bus. I watched her small figure retreating further down the other way. The rain has stopped a while ago and she was kicking some puddles as she walk. 

A grown up doing that? Is she sad? Why does she take the bus coming this way just to walk the other way back? There's nothing really happening around this area. Just some park. It's like the middle between the financial district and my house. I don't understand a thing Eyepatch's doing at all. 

And never in my life did i ever have this incredible urge to just walk up to the girl and talk. But my time is spent watching the figure, and now the bus has moved quite far from the girl already. 

It's just not meant to be.


Or may be next time.