Falling For A Man Of The City

Within the life one is given the oddest things often occur taking us off guard. In as much as one strives to live their life based on a routine that has them knowing the next set of events as each second unwinds, life unfortunately pays no dues to those plans. In fact, life often places an unorthodox situation in our hands and how we react to it is literally up to us.Closing the door to the shop, I gave one last wave to Ms Friedman. Clasping the opening of my coat tighter to withstand the cold wind whipping past me, I grit my teeth tucking the box of brownies she gave me for free under my arm. Considering I had a serious sweet tooth, it was thrilling to work in a place that quenched one's caffeine cravings but had amazing sugary treats. If I wasn't careful I would acquire the Type 2 diabetes that my father suffered a lot sooner. I had spent the holidays back home watching my mother monitor what he ate like a hawk. And when I returned in preparation for the start of the semester,

The flashes of blue imprinted within the scope of my mind made it hard to focus. Once again a flame has been ignited to burn fiercer beyond what I knew. I kept wondering how is it these emotions are attacking me for someone I hardly knew. And yet maybe it's because he's far beyond what the surface showed that the thirst stems from. I kept wondering how one can go from a dishevelled look consisting of crimson eyes and bloody knuckles to a flawless suit that probably cost more than my apartment. Donovan threw numerous questions my way that day after Nicholas disappeared. Although I found his concern endearing I knew I was more than capable of handling myself. He was reluctant to accept this truth but he had to either way knowing that I would do anything I chose to without ever needing him or anyone else's permission. With this ability of being able to think for myself having been instilled by my parents throughout my life, came an ability to learn when to smell bullshit from a mil

Problems... They often attack us when we least expect them and often cripple us to the point of being driven to wanting to end it all. Whilst others are driven to find solace in other alternatives that often ruin many lives. After telling Donovan we had to cut our time short, he understood making me promise to call when we got back to my place safe. So far Marcie and I were situated in my living room. She chose to make herself comfortable on my floor whilst I sat next to her with snacks littering the table. We had been binge watching some classic early 2000's movies like "The Notebook" which will always make me turn into a teary-eyed mess to "Not Another Teen Movie". Glancing her way cautiously seeing her laugh at a joke said on the screen was a relief on its own. I didn't gain pleasure from seeing my friends upset, "You can stop watching me like a hawk. I'm not going to burst out crying," she said not taking her eyes off the TV. Cursing under my breath at failing to be more di

Slipping onto the soft leather seats, no matter how many times I replay that day in my head. I still couldn't remember how Marcie convinced me to occupy the passenger seat whilst she sat in the back. So there we were all in that vehicle, with him and I sitting on opposite sides. Whilst there was an invisible line between us that would require joint effort to willingly cross without any fear we'll trip and fall. I glanced his way taking in the way his hair danced. With one hand resting on the steering wheel he seemed so carefree with his eyes focused on the streets. He easily moved past other vehicles and though he was a good driver, I never did like his tendency to opt for speed. "Your friend doesn't like me very much, does he?" Although it was posed as a question, I knew he already had an answer and that no amount of persuasion would work. "He's just weary when it comes to new faces, Nicholas." "I thought we were in agreement that you'll call me, Nicky." Marcie snorted in the

Family, it's one word made up of three syllables yet its a word infused with so much emotion and drama.Victor Walsh was born within a family that lived within a predominantly Italian and Jewish neighbourhood. Within the depths of poverty that saw some of his own friends joining gangs involved in extortion and other illegal activity, he vowed to stay away from that life and build himself up as an honest man. From what Nicholas told me, the only real positive side that came with being in that environment where families were destroyed as a result of the violence was when he met Eva Friedman. Their love was doomed to meet conflict from her parents who saw the union as nothing short of toxic. But they were wrong because from that union came a son by the name of Nicholas David Walsh. For a while we sat in the bus allowing it to take us along different streets that held a history of its own. And once we disembarked we thanked Mr Ruiz who eyed us both with a sneaky smile that always made m