The search for love

The search for love

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Have you ever wondered, what would happen, if you decided to leave everything you've accomplished and start a new life somewhere far away from home? Well, Angie is a girl, who did just that. Tired of busy life, her intrusive mother and over controlling boyfriend, she finally packs her bags and travels to a new city and enrolls in a university to major in writing. She crosses paths with her old childhood friend who helps her get adjusted. In more ways than just one. Will she look only ahead or will the past open her eyes in other directions?
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Have you ever wondered, what would happen, if you decided to leave everything you've accomplished and start a new life somewhere far away from home? Well, Angie is a girl, who did just that. Tired of busy life, her intrusive mother and over controlling boyfriend, she finally packs her bags and travels to a new city and enrolls in a university to major in writing. She crosses paths with her old childhood friend who helps her get adjusted. In more ways than just one. Will she look only ahead or will the past open her eyes in other directions?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Ending things

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 13, 2017

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Being inside all day when it's warm and sunny outside is the worst decision you could make. But here I am, sitting behind a desk with a load of files, piling up and almost falling over me. Bills, contracts, requests, appeals, you name it. All speaking about money and my job is to turn that money into profit. I am an accountant, trying to make a living and not die in the modern world. Paycheck is decent and I've got peace at the office. The chief doesn't really care about employees as long as the work is done. I guess it's not a bad job but still, I planed something more for my future that just calculating those stupid numbers. 

I press enter on the calculator and slump back in the comfy chair, happy that the numbers add. Happy cheering from my coworkers lets me now it's lunch time, so I grab my purse and head out. Strong sunlight shines in my face as I exit the building. I breathe in some fresh air, although I wouldn't call it fresh since this city is quite polluted. Checking my phone, I start walking to a coffee shop nearby. As I stop in front of the shop, I can already see Brandon sitting inside through the glass door. I quickly step in and head to his table.

At the sound of my steps, he looks in my direction and motions to sit down. I can already tell, he's not in a good mood.

"You're late," he says in an irritated voice.

"Nice to see you too."

He raises his hand and calls for the waitress, than finally looks me in the eyes.

"How are you?" he asks.

"Same as always. Doing boring work and hoping for a better life. You?"

He scoffs at my answer. "You have a better life. Thanks to me. Did you forget? I got you a job."

I heave a big sigh. "I know you did, and I'm thankful for that. But I can't not want for something more."

He stops talking when the waitress comes and asks for our drinks. We both order and when she leaves, his "speech" starts again.

"More?" he asks surprised. "You have a job and money. You've got me as your boyfriend. If I were you I'd be more than happy."

"I know. You would. But I'm not like you."

I shift in my seat and take a big breath. "Look. I've been thinking a lot and we just don't share the same mind. I think we should split up," I confess.

Brandon laughs and clears his throat. "I'm sorry. What did you say?"

I look him directly in the eyes and repeat my words. "I think we should split up."

He clearly doesn't like my proposition. "Split up? Are you kidding me? We've been together for almost 3 years."

"Yes, but lets face it. You want something that I don't and the other way around. We both know that it wasn't going to work out."

"I can't believe. I'm being dumped. I am. Do you know how embarrassing this is for me?"

"See, this is what I'm talking about. You only think about yourself," I finish and stand up. "It was nice knowing you, Brandon. I hope you have a good life."

After I say those words I walk proudly out of the shop, not turning back even once. I am done with people trying to control my life. He was one of those. I check the time and find out I still got time to get some fresh pastry. Dumping Brandon went faster than I thought. I hurry towards the bakery and buy myself a nice, fresh chocolate tart. I take a sit on a nearby bench and eat my lunch, watching the busy crowds hurry to their destination. I never did understand their hurry. Why can't you just stop, take a minute and look around you? Is that so hard? But no one answers my question. Figures. 

I eat the last piece of the tart and stand up. Guess it's time to head back to work. My legs seem to move slow like a snail, when I finally arrive back at the office. Just looking at the big pile on my desk makes me even more sluggish. When I sit I relax into the chair. This chair is the only thing that keeps me working here.

"Angie? You seem tired," says Sally, a good friend and coworker of mine.

"Just got back from dumping Brandon," I reply.

"That must have been tough."

"Tell me about it. I just want to quit this job and do something for myself for once."

"So do it."

A laugh escapes my lips. "Than what? Hope I'll earn enough money to survive?"

"No," she says annoyed. "What about college? You could go study and get a scholarship. You always had a talent for writing."

At first I think of her words as the most stupid thing to do but as time passes by I find myself pondering whether I should consider her idea. And I must say, it does sound appealing.

"Okay, let's say I do decide to go to college. But you know my mom would never allow it."

Sally sighs. "Your mom again? Since when does she get to decide what you do with your life. You made a big step finally getting rid of Brandon. Don't you want to live a life that you want?"

Her words resound in my ear, making me make a decision. I stand up, surprising Sally and walk straight to my chiefs office. I knock loudly three times. When I hear a voice say "come in" I open the door and greet the chief. His cold grey eyes look at me and than back to the papers on his desk.

"What do you want, miss Wilson?" his tired voice speaks and almost cracks at the end.

"Hello, chief. I want to talk to you about my job," I start, getting slightly nervous.

"What about it?"

"I want to quit."

Upon hearing my voice, he stops writing and looks back up. "And why is that?"

"I'm not fit for this work. There's something else for me out there and I can only get to it by ending things here. So I would really appreciate it if you would help me."

He sighs deeply and opens a drawer on his left side, than takes out a white envelope. 

"I've been wondering when you were going to come to me. You certainly took your time."

"What?" I ask, not knowing what he is talking about.

"Miss Wilson. I knew from the moment you walked in this building you weren't fit for this. But I let you work anyway since I desperately needed an accountant. So you go out there and find the right job for you."

With those words he hands me the envelope. "Your pay. Now go," he says and I see him smile for the first time. I guess he does worry about his employees.

"Thank you so much, chief," I smile back and walk out of his office with a wave. Sally waits for me on the other side, interested to find out what happened. I tell her everything and when I finish she pulls me in a big hug.

"I knew you could do it!" she shouts and earns some glances from other workers.

"Okay, now I just need to tell mom," I whisper to myself, already feeling the storm gathering.


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