Chapter 1: A New Beginning

It’s been a week since I have been rotting in my room all day, either crying to sad songs or staring at the walls while questioning my existence on Earth. Just living on cup noodles sucks but something is still better than nothing.

What’s the point of living when the one you lived for ends up breaking your heart into million pieces that you cannot even collect. I am nothing but a broken vase that nobody even cares about except for my mother Mariam Valerina.My mother is the only person I have as a family.

She used to be much more fun when Dad was alive but after his death, she lost all her charm. We lost Dad on my 10th Birthday where he invited all his business partners and one of his trusted business partners shot him. My Dad gave me the name Rose but my mother suggested Rozine.

I was an only child. My mother was a Doctor and she wanted me to become one but I chose to study literature as I wanted to become an Author.

Though. All my concentration was vanished when i fell in love with Peter Warner who broke my heart by fucking a random girl in a random club. I came to know about this when I received a video of him licking vodka from a girl’s neck from an unknown number.

I have been completely devastated as he was my high school sweetheart, but not anymore. He broke the trust he had for 4 years and the love he’s never gonna get back.

Enough of rotting in the bed, now this Rozine Valerina will be back to work. Make her parents proud. And reach the heights of success that she won’t see Peter anymore.

I got up from my bed, took a good hot water shower and got ready in white co-ords set. I took my Macbook, phone, charger, money and car keys all set to go to Starbucks and look for a job. As being an online author isn’t really helping with the rent bills.

I was heading to Starbucks when I saw Peter kissing a girl and caressing his fingers through her hair. The moments of him & me rewind and I couldn't believe the sight in front of me. I started to take my steps back and bumped into a thick wall.

I was about to fall when a hand grabbed my waist to make me still and opening my eyes I saw those dark hunter eyes staring right into mine. He picked me up to make me stand on my feet and my senses hit me making me remember my ex kissing a girl right in front of me.

This handsome man who was tall, ready in a royal blue suit, perfectly combed hair, dark hunter eyes stared into me and asked “Hey, are you okay?” with pure concern in his voice.

And that was it. Emotions flooded into me and I started to cry. He again grabbed me by my waist and I sobbed into his chest feeling the warmth of his arms. He let me wet his shirt with my tears. It had been a minute into my crying session that he lifted my chin up with his index fingers to make me look into his eyes and he again asked.

“Why are you crying, huh?” His deep and husky voice reminded me of the environment that we were in public.

I separated myself from him and asked “Why do you care so much?” still crying.

“I care because I feel that I made you cry. I’m sorry if I offend you, it’s not my place to care.”

He said and started to walk away and I felt guilty of my choice of words because he was the one who let me cry in his arms when I needed it the most. I stopped him mid-way by grabbing his wrist, I turned him around and said.

“I saw my ex kissing someone and it-”

I got cut in mid-sentence when he grabbed me again by my waist with one hand and caressing my hair with the other. I cried into his arms as much as I wanted. I let it all out and he kept caressing my hair and shushing me down.

When I stopped crying and looked up to him, he asked.

“Done crying, or do you want more of my shirt?”

I let out a soft laugh and looked at his shirt beneath his coat. It was black with my mascara and wet with my tears.

“I’m sorry I didn't mean to ruin your shirt. I can wash it for y-”

“It’s okay, I have people to do that. Don’t worry.”

He said caressing my cheeks with the tip of his thumb and I saw concern in his eyes. His wrist on my waist made me feel protected and his palm under my jaw continuously made me look into his eyes and he said.

“The dude who made you cry so bad, is nothing but a complete douche”

I again laughed at his words and saw him smiling.

“Would you mind a coffee?” He asked.

We went to order ourselves coffees. He got an Americano and I got an iced matcha latte. It has been an hour since we were talking when he got a sudden call, his expressions changed and he walked away. I called him but stopped mid-way when I got a notification on my phone from an unknown number.

‘I have my eyes on you.’

I recognized it was the same number who sent me Peter’s video.. I ignored it and looked for Job opportunities. I got a job offer as a Personal Assistant to the CEO, but wondered if I could do well… Then I remembered my father watching me from heaven and that he would be proud of me for choosing this as my job.

I pursued further and filled the requirements and they asked me to come tomorrow for the interview. Without thinking too much I agreed as the Company’s name was all over Manchester.

……

Laying in my bed I couldn't think of anything else except for the Job opportunity I just got. So, I messaged my mom telling her about the Job offer. And went to sleep when i again got a message from the same number saying ‘Sleep tight, baby’

What the actual fuck?

I blocked the number and went back to sleep.