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•7:00 a.m•

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 my town after the death of my sister; Liliane 2 years ago, the last thing I wanted was to confront my family about it.

I was the one to blame for what happened that night so I thought that if I just disappeared, it would cause my family less trouble. I was wrong but never wanted to admit the truth.

They would tell me that it was not my fault but every night I would cry until I had no tears left to cry and sleepless nights formed part of my routine.

I always wondered what would've happened if I wasn't being stubborn that day. Would my sister still be there? I never really got over it even if I say the opposite. Everyday I apologize but no excuses can repair my error. I would give my life if it meant she would come back but unfortunately things don't go that way.

I gave my family updates on my situation once in awhile but nothing more. Some could think that seeing your family after 2 years was awesome but not for me.

I procrastinated to take my massive luggage and ended up having to take a break every time I got down one part of my stairs.

I lived in a simplistic loft with one roommate. His name is Julian Dean, his parents insisted for him to have a roommate or more like a housemate since he was not 'mature' enough apparently.

He is the nicest guy I've ever met and is always helpful even though now I understand what his parents meant by 'not mature enough'. He has the character of a 5 year old and no one can change that.

He knew today was an important day for me so when he saw me struggling and probably going to be late. He first freaked out and then decided to help me. Classic Julian. "Shocked first then helpful" He always says

He has a girlfriend who comes often; her name is Bailey. She is really pretty and Julian is even planning on marrying her. Her long blond hair and perfect smile complimented her hazel eyes.

I thanked Julian before stepping out and calling a taxi. He gave me a tight hug and told me to come back as early as possible.

He faked wiping a tear and said that he would miss me, I pinched his left cheek and told him to stop acting like a child which he probably was considering how he acts.

Sometimes I wondered if it was really that necessary to go to Seattle but then I was back to reality when the taxi honked.

The ride was not that long since I didn't live far from the station. I hurried to get my humongous luggage out of the taxi's trunk and quickly bought a ticket and waited for the train which supposedly arrived in five minutes.

I sat next to a woman I would say around 25 years old who was sleeping. I thought she was taking the last train so she had time to sleep.

Only to be more stressed when I saw that she was taking the 7:30 train. "Shocked first, then helpful" I repeated to myself as the wise words of Julian kept me calm. I lightly touched her arm and said that she was going to be late but I had no response.

It was already 7:29 and I didn't know if I could wake her up on time. I took the decision to help her instead of taking the train. After all, it's not like I was happy to go to Seattle. At least I had a good excuse if my parents asked me why I was late. They could think I was lying but this time it was only the truth.

She kept mumbling something I couldn't comprehend and then I finally understood that she asked for my name.

After that I got an iced coffee from the vending machine and gave it to her so that she could wake her up better. She lightly smiled when she saw the bottle of coffee and thanked me.

When she got up to sit comfortably, I could see her better. A beautiful woman with silky ashy blond hair and ocean eyes was enjoying her coffee as I waited for the next train in silence.

I suddenly felt my phone buzz in my pocket and when I checked, it was a message from Julian asking if I got on the train safely and before I could answer, my phone decided to die and leave me. I slightly cursed under my breath so that no one could hear me when I realized I completely forgot to charge it last night. I quickly put my phone back into my pocket and pretended nothing happened.

'Adalyn' was written in cursive handwriting on a light blue keychain attached to her bag. 'That's a cute name' I thought to myself. I was too shy to start talking so I just sat beside her and waited for the next train or perhaps; the next conversation.

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Oohlasophie
Yes!! Get to talking, you two ? So, Margot blames herself for her sister’s death. I wonder what happened? That’s rough ❤️
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