The half-moon hung low on a frosty frigid night in the Cold Mountain. Giving no hint of the carnage to come.
The snow on the roads was breezy and grey, battering gusts of wind were exceptionally cold, and yet the wind moved in, wrapping me, only to meet the warmth of my blood and knowing that my defense against such crisp winter ice is unbelievable, unheard-of with barely a sleeping shirt on.
But in this icy barren land, I felt it soak over my skin, the cold wintry wind, only to be met by the beat of my heart, again and again. Am I Forever Alone!?
Unexpectedly everything froze as he drew his sword, it's sharpness would tear the air apart. The tears made surges not even Noah's boat would endure.
Pressing down with his weight and superior strength he forces the Sword backward towards her face. When she least expects it, He knocks the sword from her grip it lands just out of reach. And drives his elbow into her face almost knocking her unconscious. He gets to his feet standing over her, The tip of the sword pointed towards her chest both hands-on grip, He plunges the sword into her chest.
She gasped for air. The sound of a blade being drawn from a scabbard signaled her end.
Something about his eyes caught my awareness, His eyes told me a story no voice had ever dared to tell.
His sword found a sanctuary in my ribcage urging its way into my precious heart. I didn't utter nor attempt to cry for my grief is beyond me. The pain was unbearable, raising, and ravaged me...
In silence I bolted upward, my thoughts were uncertain, disturbed, realizing that I was inside the bus, really? I had that winter dream on the bus? Again? here in Central London? How cliché. I thought while stepping out of the bus hurriedly.
Winter in London is by far the most grand on earth, Some say the British love of flowers is on passionate display throughout London in its alluring flower shops and their animated displays, which spill out onto the pavements and street corners. Rainbow shades of beautiful cut flowers in buckets, bouquets tied in bright ribbons and miniature house plants entice passersby to stop for a closer look and, of course, a photograph! But here I am strolling or rather running like a crazy individual, knowing that the wind is blowing up like there is no tomorrow, the air is colder than ever.
At the same time last year, I went to work for the first time, excited and naive. Now every morning is spent accomplishing the necessary preparation on autopilot while my brain prepares for every reasonable scenario it can, finding solutions to problems that don't yet exist - just in case.
I can't think of a time any of it has paid off, it's more a method of my worries than anything else. At least I knew that much. By the time I'm on the bus I "know" how I'm going to deal with my boss; and by the time I'm off the bus, It's drizzling on my face and there is absolutely no point in trying to pretend an umbrella will do me any good
As impeding as it might seem, I comprehend that this is the perfect day for me to enjoy one of London's many free museums, galleries and have some serious soul inspiration for someone's winter days, or is it not?
Despite the short days and dreary weather, Londoners have plenty of reasons to go outdoors this time of year. One of the coolest wintertime activities - literally - is to don some skates and hit one of the outdoor ice rinks around town.
But No! To me, that is a lie! An enormous lie, for someone like me who need to work to pay the bills, I don't have the luxury to enjoy London winter as per tourist perspective, and as the wind blows unattractively in my face, thinking about my boss angry face, I guess this time he will definitely fire me! anytime soon, or maybe not today but sooner.
I am Catherine Jane Ruiz, my close friends call me CJ for short, I had silky long platinum blond hair and eyes so green and brown they sparkled like jewels. That's my mom's impression. Standing five feet and five inches, Yes, I'm just the typical looking gal in London, sentimental and vulnerable. When hurt, I withdraw into a cloud of silence, dull and empty but eventually occurring from my shyness with tricks and giggle that cover up my true feelings.
I can become moody and pessimistic when depressed, If ever there was a single moment of total change, that gives meaning to my life it was actually the moment of my birth. At that moment, I stepped through a door in time into a new reality - the reality of human life. Yes! that was my mom's idea of giving me certainty when I needed it most.
I work as an IT in LavaSoft, Founded in 2001, our company is a custom software development company, spanning its presence across various global locations like the US, Canada, the UK, Australia, and India. Our team of 200 plus IT professionals offers business growth with their knack for technology platforms and luckily I landed a job as a PA for the Application Manager, Mr. Jonas Nasir. It is not the best as per se but who am I to disagree? it pays the bills and that is all that matters.
This early morning, the sky has an extraordinary dash of a little orange cast onto the otherwise pale grey cloud, the day promises to be like every other day, but now it is a different story. It's Drizzling, reasonably cold and chilling, But, oh boy! I was wrong, it seems like the morning is yet to begin.
As I walk quickly, pressing the folders and a little boring brown purse to my chest and turned the corner to walk down the hall. I was wandering rather quickly and lost deep in thought, I didn't even seem to notice the people around me. I then looked up to see a man, at least one step in front of me, obscuring my path, eyes broadened as my feet stumbled over his and my staff fell on the floor in a clutter.
"Woah, sorry I-" The man rushed into an apology as his hand wrapped around my waist and held me there, safe from falling, Our eyes met for a moment and then l forced myself to look away as I flushed bright red. "I didn't see you miss," He said awkwardly.
"Fuck! my papers. Dammit! I cried humiliatingly, as I smell the expensive cologne the man used.
"What on earth are you doing here at this corner?" I asked, thinking that this man smells like fresh flowers.
"You mean, why this corner and not another corner?" He asked. Feeling amused.
"Yes! I replied sarcastically.
"I mean you just ran into me, not paying attention and now you are mad of me being in the corner?" He asked.
"Yes" shit he is so stunning, that eyes. he looks so familiar, where did I meet him before? asking myself while trying to stay focus on the clatters.
"I think one could do it anywhere. Could be at a crosswalk, a doorway, in the middle of the street, but you could have been paying attention" I replied embarrassedly
"But I chose this corner." He sighed.
" I was running, for I am late and as I ran around this corner--"
"Stormed."
"Excuse me?"
"As you stormed around the corner. You hit me," he said.
"I'm aware of what happened, and I'm sorry, but my papers are wet and this is your fault. Do you think maybe you are to blame, though? A single apology will do, you know!" I added.
"Me? Because of what? Because of the rain, blinding me? That shit rain covering my eyes? That makes it my fault, does it?"
"Sir, what I mean is you were whirling in circles with your arms all flailing here and there, right here at this corner. You were extremely close to this building, there's no way I could have seen you when coming around. If you were further from the building, closer to the street, maybe--" I said irritably while picking up the remaining clutters.
"Maybe you'd have just pushed me into the street? Hmm?" he asked irritably.
"Hmm. Ah... Yes, maybe. Maybe so." I replied,
"Officer! I have a felon here to report!" cries out the man.
"Got to get running again. Fuck!" I mumbled while running away from the man like there is no tomorrow.
"Don't you storm off like that you felonious little.!.dammit. Get back here! I am not done with you yet" I heard his shout in distance.
A slight smile curve into my lips as I remember his smell. My eyes sparkled and the corners of my eyes crinkled. The familiarity of it is beyond me, but running out of breath I forgot it as easy as breathing and obviously as I never been the athletic type of girl, and the last time I run this far was when I petted a dog and thought it was me who woke it up. It started barking at me, I panicked and ran for it. The dog chased me, I tried to distract it with things from the ground but it didn't work. It felt like I had been running for hours but it had only been 3 minutes, I climbed up a bench and cried out for help but it was disastrous. And that my friend is the last time I petted a dog.
