Life has never been easy and especially has been fiddling tough on Feisty who chooses to be a recluse but always keeps herself on toes. Evangeline Carter
Now only wishes to pass the high school without falling into the pitfall. But her unfaltering s...
Oops! Ang larawang ito ay hindi sumusunod sa aming mga alituntunin sa nilalaman. Upang magpatuloy sa pag-publish, subukan itong alisin o mag-upload ng bago.
It is the chapter that is starting from now on but not the one I'm sure wanted.
"Welcome to Seattle...!" An overly enthusiastic voice screeches from around me as I foot out of the airport I breathe in the air of Seattle shutting my eyes and trying to keep the ascending anxiety in me at bay,
I can do this, I'll be fine.
My mind chants, I have been chanting this since I have taken the flight from Chicago to Seattle, Mumma's Panglossian smile flashes through my closed eyes yeah I'm doing this for her, My so-called encouraging pep talk ends as soon as it has begun by someone or it might be something that shove my shoulder I trip over my feet before my face could kiss the neat airport surface I steady myself from almost falling,
But my relief full sigh last short, an unduly ardent girl scurries past me shoving me to the side and I swear this girl might be tiny but pushes me with the power of Herculean no exaggeration here, my eyes get narrowed on the tiny creature curiously to know where is she heading to, she runs into the arms of a man kneeling to her height level, she hit the series of giggles while the man holding her tiny form is smiling ear to ear, "Dad..." She delights,
The bit of vim I had vanished, my eyes couldn't stop but to behold the bond between the tiny girl and her father dotting on his daughter, a flesh of vivid embodiment of him stem up in my vision as if he is right in front of me but as though all the good remembrance has blurred the vivid image of him has become crimson lacquer cloaking him and those eyes lifeless...
I stumble back this time without being nudged, underline kicks in, and my breathing slowly becomes labored and it comes to be toil to puff in the air naturally I get the hint to leave and stop watching the girl with her father I know it is nothing they're doing wrong yet this little girl's father...
I forcefully drag my frozen feet past them my eyes fall on the bench, and I sit down on the bench lowering my head and ignoring the piercing voices coming around, and try to focus on my erratic breathing as a doc (doctor) said but that doesn't seem to work because the sudden images don't want to leave me easily this time,
"Hey... Are you all right?" a smoky voice rings in my ear, but I don't look up instead I clutch my bag to my chest hoping whoever it is will leave,
The space left on the bench beside me gets occupied, "Is there any issue? you seem unwell." Again the same person asks and I should add it was a manly voice with a rich British accent I shake my head like a mad man unable to utter a word trying hard to regain my breathing ability back,
That guy takes my sweaty palm in his and begins running his thumb circularly, "Inhale and exhale slowly." The guy coo I stared at my sweaty palm on the tattooed one, his thumb massaging the back of my hand, I should draw my hand back from a stranger yet in desperation to be into my normal breathing self without giving it a second thought I did what a stranger asked me to do,
