Over Again


Ashlyn Rose was your typical hormonal teenager, She did typical teenager things; listened and played music, hung-out with friends and obsessed over boys. There was this one boy in particular though, who changed Ashlyn's world upside-down. But with him gone, she finds herself lost; with no one to trust. When she could potentially find love again will she let them in? or lock them out?


2. Home

Ashlyn's POV


I can still feel his hold on me; firm yet soft. He guides me through the room. Of course everyone's starring but who cares? Go on, let them stare.


I take a quick glance at him; his eyes sparkling, his teeth glimmering. He looks down at me and his whole face shifts; love. Love is all I can see in his face. And knowing it's for me, makes me feel like nothing I've ever felt.


I brought back to reality when I hear someone clear their throat.


"Hi my name is Ashlyn, how could I be of service to you?"


The look of annoyance clearly passes over the woman's face; obviously not happy with me.


I hated working here. Well, that's not entirely true. I hate working with these sorts of people. See I work in a little music store connected to a coffee shop. So we tend to catch the snobby business people on their way to work.


I take the woman's order and pour her a cup of black coffee. I direct her over to the counter with the milk, cream and sugar.


I am quite proud of my little business here. It started off as me giving lessons to kids on the guitar, but it grew to become this.


We sell all sorts of things. We sell old vinyl records, guitars, and other musical items. It probably doesn't seem like much, but it helps pay the bills.


I lived in the apartment above the shop. It was little yeah, but fairly cozy and I called it my home.


It had a small kitchenette, a couch, an armchair and a TV which hardly works. I've got a bed inclosed in my bedroom, along with a small dresser and a full-length mirror. It has a tiny bathroom - a shower, toilet and sink - and lastly two closets; linen and my clothes. Not much I know but it's enough to get me by.


When closing time comes, I don't hesitate to close the store. I slide the lock into place and flip over the sign. I double-back and make sure the back doors are closed and locked as well.


After securing the store, I go home. I walk down the street a little and up a flight of stairs. The hallway, as per usual, is dimly lit and smells of cigarettes. I hold my jacket closer to my body and hug myself tighter.


I open my door and breathe a sigh a relief when the door is securely fastened behind me. I hang my jacket on the arm of the couch, place my purse on the cushion and slip off my sneakers. I let out a moan in delight; my toes can finally breathe. I wiggle my toes slightly and giggle as I do so.


I walk over to my bedroom and open up the closet. I have no fancy clothing, just merely ordinary clothes; t-shirts, jeans, sweatpants, sweaters.


I peel my shirt from my body; replacing it with a comfy sweater. I slide out of my jeans and slip on a pair of sweatpants.


I walk to my kitchen and put the kettle on. I grab my Earl Grey Speciality Tea: Vanilla, and place it in my mug. I smile to myself, loving the feeling of the tea streaming down my throat; warming me from the inside out.


I'm pulled out of my little fantasy when the kettle stops, signalling it's ready to be used. I carefully pour the hot water into my mug; the water transforming from clear, to pale yellow, to orange, to red. I smile in delight and add my milk and sugar. I gingerly take a sip, careful of the temperature. I take a hold of my mug and carry it with me to the little porch that my flat adorns. I sit there - on the ground because I have no outdoor furniture - with my tea in hand, and I watch as the sun sets.


I slip into my bed, the cool sheets shocking at first. I roll to my side and before I have a chance to turn off the light a picture catches my eye. I stare at it for a while, trying to remember every little detail about him; how he laughed, how he pronounced certain words, or how his eyes sparkled when he was truly happy. I give the picture a gentle touch and switch off the light; surrounding myself in darkness once again.

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