Another life
*I kind of didn’t just write about the first day lol, I got too into it and ran out of time :,)*
This world has gone to crap, I think as I type at my desk. Week after week, it’s the same dam thing. I don’t think I can take anymore. But I wonder, not everywhere can be this bad? Can it? I slowly stand up from my desk, giving my brain a few more moments to debate if I should actually go though with what I’m about to do.
“I quite” I say quietly.
You know that felt kind of nice
“I quite” I say a little louder.
“Sorry what was that, I had my headphones on, “
Steven says with a slight laugh.
Steven, my best friend. I can’t do this. I can’t leave him. Where would I even go! The world is cursed. It’s doomed. I’m doomed!
“Nothing, I thought I forgot to lock my door on the way over here” I say with a small laugh, trying to make it sound real and not fake.
“Oh gotcha, happens to me all the time” Steven replies with smile, then turns back to his work, hitting his pencil to the beat of whatever music he’s listening to.
I want to cry. I feel trapped. Steven’s happy, I’m not, will he be miserable too if I leave? Maybe I should talk to him about it . . . no . . no I can’t. I lean back in my chair looking at the ceiling and running my right hand through my hair. I sigh. Who am I kidding? I can’t stay here, like this. My dead end job. My life going nowhere. I feel stuck; stuck in this world gone to crap.
“Steven?” I ask in a tone all to similar to sighing
“Hmm, what’s up?” He replies while pulling his headphones down around his neck.
“Could I talk to you about something” I say hesitantly while fidgeting with my fingers.
Steven stands up and puts his arms on top of the cubical dividers.
“Of course, is everything alright?”
“Do you like your job” I say unable to make eye contact.
“Well I mean it depends what you classify as liking” he says with a slight laugh, but not the usual laugh “I enjoy the freedom it comes with.”
“But don’t you feel stuck?” I say finally looking at his deep green eyes.
It’s almost as if he contemplates what to say next.
“I don’t know” he says looking at the cameras
Of course, the cameras! How could I have been so dumb!
“Oh by the way, did you want to go out for Coffee tomorrow morning, I mean today’s Saturday after all” I say trying to sound as casual as possible.
“For sure, how does 10 o’clock sound” He says while keeping eye contact.
“Perfect” I reply
The next morning I wake up ready for what is hopefully to come. I get ready, the usual. I eat, brush my hair and teeth and feet my cat, Larry.
I walk down to the coffee shop, 1 block away, I can do this. I walk in through the door, the bell ringing.
“Oh hi Lora, what would you like?” Kelly, my favorite barrista, says with a smile.
“I’ll just get the usual” I reply trying not to sound suspicious.
“You got it” she says with the same smile still on her face.
I turn to sit and there he is, Steven. I can’t hold it in any longer.
“I want to leave, I-I can’t take this anymore, this city, this job. I want to go somewhere where some lost civilization is, explore, I can’t do, well THIS anymore” I say on the verge of tears.
“Me ether” Steven replies in a dead even tone.
“Are we doing this” I say deeply surprised at his reaction. “Leaving that is?” I whisper this time.
“I can’t stay ether, I know I seem all happy, all the time, but . . . I guess I was just hoping it’d be a fake it till’ you make kind of thing” he says while looking out the window.
“I had no idea you felt like that” I say again a little surprised by his reaction.
“I didn’t know you felt the same . . . I mean I had no way of really bringing the subject up” he smiles sadly, but there’s something new in his face, a glint of hope.
“We’ll need a cover story” he says sipping his tea.
“What do you have in mind?” I ask wondering what his planning.
“We could tell people were having a honeymoon” he says blushing a little.
I chock on my coffee pointing my finger from me to him and back again. We stare at each other for what feels like forever.
“Okay, let’s do this” I reply blushing a little as well.