∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆
Who would have thought I was going to marry the Shakespeare of my high school.
Today was a big day, I was going to meet his parents for the first time.
Stress was at its paroxysm. Apprehension fulfilled my body as I was getting ready early in the morning so that I did not miss the train to Seattle.
I was in love with him but it seemed as if it was planned. On my 24th birthday, my friends set up a blind date and me being the shy person I was, I didn't decline it and forced a smile to seem happy about it.
Let me say that when I saw Jerry; my husband which at the time I identified as a geek, I was shocked yet it was intriguing. The whole time I spent with him was him bragging about the new investments he made or the new house he was planning to buy and let's just say it was not my cup of tea. Conversations in general were not what I mainly liked so imagine sitting two hours with someone who kept talking non-stop about himself.
Barely 2 months into our relationship, he fell madly in love with me and already wanted to have kids, have a luxurious marriage and so on which I obviously showed that I was not comfortable with but he just acted as if my opinion didn't matter and as long as he was pleased, I should be too. He repeats the same sentence over and over again everytime I try to do something he doesn't have control over. "If you are my wife, just shut up and be perfect". At first I was annoyed and furious but I gave up and let him argue on his own.
I was not the type to appreciate being the center of attention but I got used to it. I got used to everything; being contemplated like I was an object, doing things I didn't necessarily like and even being in love with Jerry. Even if I was not the happiest, I had to live with it.
Sometimes I was depressed by only thinking about the fact I was going to live with Jerry my whole life, that he was going to be the father of my children and after all, I had to get used to it.
I quickly tried to forget about it and reality struck back. I took a deep breath, put on my coat and headed out of my apartment with a huge bag in a my right hand and my smaller one in my left hand.
I kept having speculations about my future but it always ended with me not even caring about my feelings and letting others control it.
I was still a young 24 year old independent woman and yet it seemed that I was completely lost when I had to take decisions about my love life.
I never had a boyfriend in my entire life apart from Jerry. My first kiss was with a girl, we were playing spin the bottle and it obviously had to land on me.
Moreover, it was the only time during my existence that I felt alive. I was fourteen and it was an idiotic game and yet I enjoyed the moment and to this day I still remember that time.
Her name was Palmer. We didn't think much of it at the time and I just thought that since it was my first time, the feeling was different and the fact that it was a girl didn't change anything.
To this day, I still think about that time and what would've happened if it went another way. I immediately forgot about it and focused on the taxi I had to take to arrive at the train station.
I whistled and waved my hand and a taxi was quick to react so I hopped in and told the driver where I was going.
During the trip I decided to listen to some music to avoid social interactions. I plugged in my earphones and put 'hell song' by Collard.
In no time, I had already arrived at my destination. I took out my bags and bought a ticket. I got a refreshment from a nearby vending machine and sat while waiting for my train. It was already 7.00 a.m and it was going to arrive at 7.30 a.m.
Finally meeting Jerry's parents was stressful and I still had to go through it with none of his support since it's 'mandatory' as he said.
I had barely slept last night due to stress, I had tried to drink some coffee but even gallons of it wouldn't have had an effect.
My eyes felt extremely heavy and without even realizing it, I slept for god knows how long. I couldn't control it and it just happened but luckily my saviour was here to save me from this disaster.
I woke up to a charming young woman around I would say 20 years old. She kept repeating something but I couldn't properly hear it. I tried my best but the fatigue was domineering me and I couldn't help it.
When she finally screamed "You missed your train" This is when I realized that I was in a complete monstrous situation. I slowly opened my eyes wider and had lost all hope of arriving to Seattle earlier.
The first thing I noticed was none other than the ticket in the woman's hand. It said: "Departure for train number 5 for Seattle. Time:7.30 a.m"
I couldn't believe I made a stranger miss their train only to wake me up. She was the kindest person I ever met. Grateful didn't seem powerful enough to describe how I felt towards her.
The only words I barely managed to say were "What is your name?". She kept telling me to repeat it over and over again while staying perfectly calm.
When I finally succeeded to say it properly. Her eyes shined bright and a gorgeous smile appeared on her face and she said: "My name is Margot."
Margot's p.o.v ∆I woke up with the sun rays beaming on my face, I checked the time on the clock which was on my nightstand and saw '7.00 a.m' . I quickly hurried to put some decent clothes on and tried to tame my hair but obviously giving up and putting it in a low bun.I was an adult now. Already 18, I couldn't believe it. My family insisted for me to come to my hometown;Seattle for the special event.I had no interest to show up there after everything that happened but somehow, my mother managed to convince me.I would stay only for a week, it can't be that bad... Right? I hadn't gone there since I was 16. I always wanted to be independent and have no one control what I say and do. They did forbid me from doing anything on my own but I didn't listen as always and only took in consideration what I though and only what I wanted to achieve.Let's just say that when I ran away from mytown
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆•I gathered all the little to no courage I had to start the conversation and thanked her again since it was entirely my fault if she was late. She kept saying that it was no big deal and that either way she didn't want to go to Seattle which I find funny as a coincidence that we both don't necessarily want to go there•"It's not like I wanted to go to Seattle anyways." She said nonchalantly"Neither do I, but I still have to be on time. My life depends on this.""I don't think your life should depend on anything else but your own perception" •I raised a brow at her confused since I had never thought about this before. This statement kept frustrating me. I usually tend to understand things or even simplify them, but this appeared to be more complex. •"What do you mean exactly by my own perception?" "Well it depends on your current situation."
∆ Margot's p.o.v ∆•The adrenaline was the one acting when I asked Adalyn to stay a little more. It's not that I regret it, it's just that it surprises me. Never in a million years I would've acted like this, but it seemed that she showed me a side of myself I didn't know yet. A confident and decision-making person.•"Don't you find it hilarious?""What?" I asked out of curiosity"The fact that we barely know each other and still decided to be late; again only to get to know each other more.""I'll have to admit this is some kind of gold comedy right here." I said sarcastically"Agreed!" She said laughing"So about what you asked..." "Oh yeah I almost got distracted and forgot.'" Something horrendous happened two years ago, I was only 16 at the time and didn't know what I was doing. I acted without taking into into consideration the conseque
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆•I was dumbfounded by what Margot said but at the same time I had to show empathy towards her situation. Losing a loved one is not the easiest path to go through, it may even seem impossible but some aspects of life only show the awful side of it, I can easily tell that Margot is a tenacious and independent person but the simple fact of mentioning the unfortunate accident of her sister could bring her down to the lowest form of herself. We were at the coffee shop and Margot just stared blankly at her coffee which I understand. Sharing this story with someone you barely know is tough and yet she had the courage to do it. She trusted me and I can't make her regret what she did.•"So about what you said, I want you to know that I can comprehend the fact that it destroys you, that telling me mustn't have been easy and I want to thank you for trusting me."•I could already see a smile on her face after what I said and
∆ Margot's p.o.v ∆It would be no surprise if I told you we missed the 09:30 a.m train. What is surprising is the way we missed it. For once it was not our decision; well not entirely.I was abnormally getting lost in Adalyn's blue ocean eyes which were the polar opposite of mine; mine were a regular dark brown but she seemed to like them a lot since she complimented them at any given chance. The way she describes them resembles a description from a book.She described them as darting back and fourth, shining in the sunlight. They were a deep, earthy brown - the color of the earth after torrential rains. But there was something else in them, something glistening. Glistening like an old copper penny being examined in the warmth next to powerful flames that were licking the safety glass door of an old fireplace.Her inspiration most probably comes from her wide knowledge and desire of reading every second of h
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆I could tell by the way Margot squinted her eyes that something was up and I had an eery feeling it was not the most joyful thoughts. I asked what was up with a convincing tone that should make her realize that I had noticed her not so happy face. She simply looked at me with a frown look that read 'I don't see what you are talking about' and just like that, it is almost as if lighting struck her and she quickly flashed one of her signature dimpled smile and dismissed my statement.I shook the thought out of my head when she continued to list reasons on why a divorce can be beneficial. Most of them were reasonable and made sense but I was still stuck to the denial stage which consisted on remaining calm with a deadly silence. At least this is how my father describes my attitude.Not noticing that it seemed like I gave the cold shoulder to most people was not the issue. The real one was my
∆ Margot's p.o.v ∆I was reluctantly over thinking Adalyn's offer. Help? I had grown up overcoming my struggles with the help of none other than myself. So when she offered her help, I was more than skeptical. I politely declined with no specifications on this conclusion and I could easily tell that Adalyn was not having it."You've helped me so much with my issues and I obviously feel the need to do the same." Adalyn insisted"No don't worry about that! It's totally fine.""What I need to worry about is the fact that you always refuse help from everyone and honestly an explanation wouldn't hurt anybody."I sighed. She was right after all, my parents had teached me from a very young age that if you want to have a hero to get help from then look into the mirror because one day everyone will leave.My father is a dreamer who nonetheless doesn't let his coping mechanism consume him.
∆ Adalyn's p.o.v ∆The souvenir is far back from college but it is almost as if it occured yesterday since I remember every minor details as clear as day."You did what?" Isaac asked in frustration"It was not even that obvious!" I tried my best to defend my cause"I don't know if I should thank you or hate you to death." He said grabbing my shoulders in his wide hands and shaking me a little almost as if he wanted me to realize the situation.I only blinked in confusion and looked at him in the eyes confusion written all over my face. Trust me I was more than down to earth than ever when I accidentally gave a hint to Amber that Isaac might or might not like her in some sort of way. I wouldn't say I am clueless but...Okay, maybe I am clueless in some situations but this is the magnificent results of the lack of human interactions.I was sitting at lunch with Amber