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ALTERNATE REALITY

Chapter 1.

She flew off to London leaving behind her friends and family. It was a new journey she had accepted
and needed to find herself.

The college began, it wasn't easy making it through the first week, education there was drowning her in
stress and she had lost her health drastically trying to manage work and university. For a year she
was enjoying every bit of her life there. Friends, parties, study groups, and incalculable memories.
London treated her fairly well then what she had expected and while she was reminiscing all this
sitting in the reception of the company, she dreamed of working at.

Her name was called and after 30 minutes she walked out of the glass door, taking a deep breath. It
went good, but she fears her nationality might hinder the hiring decision.

She walked across the street and entered a cafe ordering her normal Cappuccino with almond milk.
Being peculiar about her lactose intolerance and drawing her purse out to pay, she felt a tap on her
right shoulder. She turned and saw this tall guy, messy hair, nicely built-up body, wearing a black
sweatshirt and denim jacket smiling at her. At first, she couldn't recognize with her glasses hanging
on her nose tip, she placed them nicely and her heart skipped a beat.

"Hey, long time", the voice was exactly the same but he looked different. Starring at his face
comparing every spot and freckle she was stunned.

"Ma'am the payment?", disrupted by the voice of the cashier she turned back towards the counter
guy to pay the bill. Her breathing accelerated, her hands were trembling while she took the
remaining cash and bill from the cashier. She turned around to see the guy seated by the window
waving at her. For a moment she thought he had left after her silenced ignorance. She slowly walked
towards him and sat on the chair. Continuously shouting at herself inside her mind to act normally,
to not let her emotions get the best of her.

"How cool is that, I found you in the first café I entered in London. I bet today is my day for sure.", he
said.

Looking at him, she only wondered what would be normal in this situation. His words had aroused
her long sleeping hopes.

"Did he come to London to look for me?", "or was it just a coincidence that he's in town too?", "Did
he miss me for 2 years?"

Unraveling herself from her thoughts she finally spoke. "It's been a long time, how have you been
Abhigyan?" Smiling at him, trying to push back the memories into the box that was popped open
within his presence.

They finished their coffee and walked out of the shop. He made an hour feel like a few minutes.
Everything was the same about him, his way of talking, his voice, his expressions, the way he breathes,
the way he sips his coffee, the way he runs his fingers through his hair. It all felt like she was falling in
love with him again, but a better version of him, his arms were broader, tighter. Not much was
figured out from his denim jacket but the built-up had definitely changed.

"I live a few blocks from here, so I'd walk home, see you around then?”, she said, wondering his
reply.

"I don't mind walking you to your place. We can have dinner together? If you're comfortable then."
His eyes looked at me with hope. Those brown eyes, she loved being looked at with.
"Yeah.....Sure why not." She smiled freakishly.


Pritha Krishna - Jan 4, 2021

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