I fell in love with your voice

Mariana just got the worst news ever: she lost the best job ever. And if that wasn't enough, her boyfriend broke up with her. It's not like she still had feelings for him, but it hurts anyway. She's walking back home, numb and broken, with swollen eyes from crying. Then she hears the prettiest voice in the entire world. What happens next?


1. Numb

 "Mariana, I really need to talk to you.. is something serious." - Nuno said, worry written over his face.
 "What is it, love?" - I asked, with a strange yet worried face.

 "I don't... I don't have feelings for you, at least not as much as I had. And yesterday I made a mistake. I slept with another woman." - He said, shaking.

 "I don't know what to say.. but I don't think you should have done that to me. I don't think I deserve to be betrayed like this. I'm not going to lie and say that I have real and strong feelings for you, like I used to. But I don't think we should try make this go any further, we wouldn't be totally truly to ourselves. I think.. we should break up." - I said, as harsh as it seems.

 "I think it's the best we can do right now. But I loved you, but I think it wasn't too much to hold on. It isn't your fault, it's mine." - I complete and tears start stream down my face. I knew that this was the right thing to do, but it's hard anyway. We were together for an year. It's not like we've only met. 

 I pulled him for a hug, while I felt tears drop in my back. He was as hurt as me, but we both knew it was time to let go.

 "Bye. And remember that it's nobody's fault." - I pulled away and made my way back to my apartment. It was lunchtime and I had a meeting at 2 o'clock with my boss. I only had an hour to lunch and catch the tube to the center of London, to where I work.

 While I was walking tears never stopped stream down my face. I was feeling numb, but sorta of happy about it. I had stopped have feelings for him a long time ago. But I was with him a long time, he was my 'first', there's no way I would forget it. I snapped this thoughts when I got home. I took my lasagna and put in the microwave. I ate, and then I went to the bathroom to get ready.

 At 1:30 I went to catch the tube and arrived at the agency where I modeled. I went straight to my boss' officer.

 After I knock he opened the door with a sad face. As I didn't know what happened I asked him what was wrong. 

 "Mariana, it has been a pleasure to have you as one of our models but I'm afraid we have to close. The agency hasn't money to stay open, so we're closing. I'm sorry, but we only have it to the end of the month, which means, to tomorrow." He said it as a tear appeared below his eye. "I'll always remember you as one of our bests models, you surely know how to do it. I hope you accept my apologies for not telling you before.".

 I didn't know what to say. My head was spinning around. I had just gotten out of a relationship and now I've lost my job as well? This day couldn't get worse. I stood up, turn around and walked out the room. If I didn't belong here, I shouldn't stay here anymore.

 I started walking to the 'London Eye', where I'd go when I was with Nuno to think and just talk.

 With all that happened I never introduced myself. My name's Mariana, I'm 25. I'm Portuguese as Nuno. I came here to study when I was 18 and never came back. I had lost all my family and didn't have anywhere to go besides my loft in London, where I still live with my friend Helena. I've got long straight brown hair and big brown eyes.

 I saw a bench and sat. That's the moment I let all out. I didn't care about people staring, I just wanted the world to go away, this was one of the few times I felt I didn't belong London. But I knew, deep down, I did. I cried all afternoon and then decided that it was time to go home. I had to talk with Helena. She wasn't my best friend, I don't actually have one, but she was a good listener. 

 I was heading home when I heard a beautiful and amazing voice singing my favourite song "93 million miles" by Jason Mraz. I decided to stop and listen. The guy was a regular London type. That wasn't nothing different about him besides his voice. When he stopped I gave him money, a lot than usual, I gave him 50 pounds. I didn't care if it was a lot, I didn't have to use it anymore anyway. I was turning around when he almost shout at me. " Oh my GOD, thank you so much! Nobody ever gave me so much money". He suddenly pulled me to a hug, and, for the feel of another's human body I started crying. He tried to pull away, but when he saw I was crying he hugged me back.

 "What happened love?" - He asked.

 "Just my life, it sucks." - I answered. "Please, come have dinner with me, I pay! I just need someone to talk to" - I invited looking as desperate as it sounds.

 "Okay then" - He simply answered.

 I took him to the nearest restaurant, that happened to be a bistro. He rubbed my back as I put everything out. 

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