Hi world!!!! I know i havent been here in like forever but i suddenly got all busy with school and stuff like homework and then i had a writer´s block so i just decided to quit my stories... But anyway i have then this idea and i just needed to write it down so... here i go. Hope tu like it!:D
No one´s POV
The clouds that were covering the sky were dark gray that afternoon, pouring their misery over the heads of the oblivius citizens living in the city below them. Cars kept passing por and people kept walking por too busy with their own lives to wonder about other one´s... Because that is what most of humans do, but there is this girl that was just sitting in this café...
"I don't know what I've done
o if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey tu know me it's all o none"
She had mocha colored hair, that used to be short lenght but that now went down to her elbows looking like a straight chocolate waterfall. Her skin was tanned and her eyes were dark and deep, big and bright. Onyx they were. She was sitting alone, nest to a window that face a crowded street, but she didn´t looked trough it... Because she was too busy staring at some other people that were sitting across her, in the other side of the room.
"There were sounds in my head
LIttle voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening"
A guy with a handsome face, a green mohawk and charming verde azulado, trullo, teal blue eyes was talking and laughing with a beautiful pale girl, who had verde azulado, trullo, teal highlights and dark green eyes. "The goth and the punk, what a wonderful combination", the brunette girl thought, feeling somehow amargo, amargos and even más alone than how she was... As if that was possible...
She felt the tears coming to her eyes but she held them back. She had already cry to many nights and too many days to let another tear fall. But she did feel that emptyness where her corazón was supposed to be. She tried to errase the feeling but it was impossible, because all she had learned while being with him was to dont hold back her emotions... Ironic right? because right now she wished she hadnt listened to him... Because he never told her what was she supposed to do if things get screwed up...
"'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will amor tu más than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood"
There were times, rare ones, when she really wanted badly to hate him... But the más she tried the más she failed, because she just kept running back into the same old question... Why she deserved this? What has her done? Was she such a bad person? Was what she believed in nonsenseless?
She really loved him. With all her corazón and all her might... But, appareantly, it hadnt been enough... o maybe it would have been enough if only she had known how to mostrar it the right way... Maybe she just needed to loosen un a little and try to be más easy going...
A sad giggle not proper of her escape from her lips.
"See I thought amor was black and white
That it was wrong o it was right
But tu ain't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside"
She drank some of her coffee slowly, not being aware of the flavour of it. Sometimes her existenece seem to her to be the most pointlees. She knew it sounded dramatic... And she also knew how easily people got bored with her broken-hearted-girl drama so while time passed por she just stopped talking about it. And now she was at a asquare one, once again.
The pale girl with light and dark blue hair stood up. And so did the green-mohawked punk guy. They share a quick kiss and then she stepped out of the café and right into the pouring rain. The guy just sat down again and got lost n his thoughts, completely unaware of the brunnette that was staring at him from the other side of the room.
"'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will amor tu más than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood"
A tear went down her cheek. She couldn´t oso, oso de it anymore. She needed to get out of that place that have felt like a living hell for the last two hours. Why did she come in here? She couldnt remember the reason clearly.
She stood up and paid for the coffee and immediatly ran out of the café... But once outside she stopped... Suddenly that action also felt pointless, cause, anyway where could she runaway?
"And I won't be far from where tu are if ever tu should call
tu meant más to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But tu taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do"
She had entered to law school and was the best in her class. She was already the "proud" owner of a luxury car and an awesome apartment. She was más friendly now and a lot less bossy. She had new friends and still was in touch with the ones of Total Drama... But in a weird way it all reminded her of that green-haired criminal... As if she was doing what he expected... Ha ha, as if he cared!
She took a deep breath, bursted out a big laugh and started heading to her home, sweet home...
Duncan´s POV
It had been like fifteen minutos o so since Gwen left when i noticed a familiar brunnette sitting alone on a mesa, tabla accross from mine. She was writting something on what seem to be a napkin, and she did write fast.
There was something weird n her expression... As if she was completely unaware of what her hands were doing. She wasnt even looking at the paper! I took my eyes off from the brunnette.
Why was i still sitting there? I didt make an effort to answer the stupid question. I just... didnt felt like being at home.
The brunnette stood up and paid for whatever she had ordered... There was something itching in the back of my head... I was pretty sure i had met her before...
The girl ran towards the door and got lost in the city being punish por that awful rain. Why was i paying so much attention to that stranger? Maybe i was just being paranoid... Yeah i was stupidly paranoid...
My eyes then noticed something near my table, right in the floor beside me...
I stood up and took it. It was a napkin. A folded napkin. I quickliy unfolded it. That piece of paper must belonged to the weird brunnette. A message was written on it.
"'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will amor tu más than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
Oh, she who dares to stand where I stood"
My corazón stopped beating. I knew that handwritting. I had only seen it nce o twice, like two o three years ago, but it surely was the same.
And it belonged to Courtney.
Was that a coincidence? I didnt care if it was...
Because suddenly i remember the sound of Cpurtney crying and the defeated expression on her face when she heard the news...
I had to find her... At least to give her an explanation.
Courtney´s POV
When i finally arrived to my apartment i was soaking. What the hell was i thinking when i decided to walk in the middle of a storm?
I got to my room and looked for something dry to wear when i realized the pockets of my capa were empty.
My eyes widened. They couldn´t be empty!! I was writting some thoughts on a napkin while being at the café!! I couldnt have dropped it! But if i havent, then, where was that stupid napkin? I didnt have a logical explanation to that question... I was pretty sure my napkin wasnt a ghost.
Well, why was i getting so stressed over a dumb napkin? It was más than probably that i ghave dropped it... And it wasnt that probably that someone had pick it, right? Right. A smile cruzar, cruz my face, i had alwasy been good with probabilities.
Well that´s all!! Hope tu like it! The song is por Missy Higgins and I dont know if this story should stay as an oneshot so if tu want another shot, just tell me! And please comment!! :D
No one´s POV
The clouds that were covering the sky were dark gray that afternoon, pouring their misery over the heads of the oblivius citizens living in the city below them. Cars kept passing por and people kept walking por too busy with their own lives to wonder about other one´s... Because that is what most of humans do, but there is this girl that was just sitting in this café...
"I don't know what I've done
o if I like what I've begun
But something told me to run
And honey tu know me it's all o none"
She had mocha colored hair, that used to be short lenght but that now went down to her elbows looking like a straight chocolate waterfall. Her skin was tanned and her eyes were dark and deep, big and bright. Onyx they were. She was sitting alone, nest to a window that face a crowded street, but she didn´t looked trough it... Because she was too busy staring at some other people that were sitting across her, in the other side of the room.
"There were sounds in my head
LIttle voices whispering
That I should go and this should end
Oh and I found myself listening"
A guy with a handsome face, a green mohawk and charming verde azulado, trullo, teal blue eyes was talking and laughing with a beautiful pale girl, who had verde azulado, trullo, teal highlights and dark green eyes. "The goth and the punk, what a wonderful combination", the brunette girl thought, feeling somehow amargo, amargos and even más alone than how she was... As if that was possible...
She felt the tears coming to her eyes but she held them back. She had already cry to many nights and too many days to let another tear fall. But she did feel that emptyness where her corazón was supposed to be. She tried to errase the feeling but it was impossible, because all she had learned while being with him was to dont hold back her emotions... Ironic right? because right now she wished she hadnt listened to him... Because he never told her what was she supposed to do if things get screwed up...
"'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will amor tu más than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood"
There were times, rare ones, when she really wanted badly to hate him... But the más she tried the más she failed, because she just kept running back into the same old question... Why she deserved this? What has her done? Was she such a bad person? Was what she believed in nonsenseless?
She really loved him. With all her corazón and all her might... But, appareantly, it hadnt been enough... o maybe it would have been enough if only she had known how to mostrar it the right way... Maybe she just needed to loosen un a little and try to be más easy going...
A sad giggle not proper of her escape from her lips.
"See I thought amor was black and white
That it was wrong o it was right
But tu ain't leaving without a fight
And I think I am just as torn inside"
She drank some of her coffee slowly, not being aware of the flavour of it. Sometimes her existenece seem to her to be the most pointlees. She knew it sounded dramatic... And she also knew how easily people got bored with her broken-hearted-girl drama so while time passed por she just stopped talking about it. And now she was at a asquare one, once again.
The pale girl with light and dark blue hair stood up. And so did the green-mohawked punk guy. They share a quick kiss and then she stepped out of the café and right into the pouring rain. The guy just sat down again and got lost n his thoughts, completely unaware of the brunnette that was staring at him from the other side of the room.
"'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will amor tu más than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood"
A tear went down her cheek. She couldn´t oso, oso de it anymore. She needed to get out of that place that have felt like a living hell for the last two hours. Why did she come in here? She couldnt remember the reason clearly.
She stood up and paid for the coffee and immediatly ran out of the café... But once outside she stopped... Suddenly that action also felt pointless, cause, anyway where could she runaway?
"And I won't be far from where tu are if ever tu should call
tu meant más to me than anyone I ever loved at all
But tu taught me how to trust myself and so I say to you
This is what I have to do"
She had entered to law school and was the best in her class. She was already the "proud" owner of a luxury car and an awesome apartment. She was más friendly now and a lot less bossy. She had new friends and still was in touch with the ones of Total Drama... But in a weird way it all reminded her of that green-haired criminal... As if she was doing what he expected... Ha ha, as if he cared!
She took a deep breath, bursted out a big laugh and started heading to her home, sweet home...
Duncan´s POV
It had been like fifteen minutos o so since Gwen left when i noticed a familiar brunnette sitting alone on a mesa, tabla accross from mine. She was writting something on what seem to be a napkin, and she did write fast.
There was something weird n her expression... As if she was completely unaware of what her hands were doing. She wasnt even looking at the paper! I took my eyes off from the brunnette.
Why was i still sitting there? I didt make an effort to answer the stupid question. I just... didnt felt like being at home.
The brunnette stood up and paid for whatever she had ordered... There was something itching in the back of my head... I was pretty sure i had met her before...
The girl ran towards the door and got lost in the city being punish por that awful rain. Why was i paying so much attention to that stranger? Maybe i was just being paranoid... Yeah i was stupidly paranoid...
My eyes then noticed something near my table, right in the floor beside me...
I stood up and took it. It was a napkin. A folded napkin. I quickliy unfolded it. That piece of paper must belonged to the weird brunnette. A message was written on it.
"'Cos I dont know who I am, who I am without you
All I know is that I should
And I don't know if I could stand another hand upon you
All I know is that I should
'Cos she will amor tu más than I could
She who dares to stand where I stood
Oh, she who dares to stand where I stood"
My corazón stopped beating. I knew that handwritting. I had only seen it nce o twice, like two o three years ago, but it surely was the same.
And it belonged to Courtney.
Was that a coincidence? I didnt care if it was...
Because suddenly i remember the sound of Cpurtney crying and the defeated expression on her face when she heard the news...
I had to find her... At least to give her an explanation.
Courtney´s POV
When i finally arrived to my apartment i was soaking. What the hell was i thinking when i decided to walk in the middle of a storm?
I got to my room and looked for something dry to wear when i realized the pockets of my capa were empty.
My eyes widened. They couldn´t be empty!! I was writting some thoughts on a napkin while being at the café!! I couldnt have dropped it! But if i havent, then, where was that stupid napkin? I didnt have a logical explanation to that question... I was pretty sure my napkin wasnt a ghost.
Well, why was i getting so stressed over a dumb napkin? It was más than probably that i ghave dropped it... And it wasnt that probably that someone had pick it, right? Right. A smile cruzar, cruz my face, i had alwasy been good with probabilities.
Well that´s all!! Hope tu like it! The song is por Missy Higgins and I dont know if this story should stay as an oneshot so if tu want another shot, just tell me! And please comment!! :D
