Complications. That's what makes everything go wrong. It's what breaks couples up, what creates problems, what causes death... What changes things. And isn't it always sad when things change? But people tell us to embrace change, not to be afraid of it. But what if what changes is something that we should be scared of. Something that's bad. What if it hurts us.
What if... That's what we all say, isn't it? What if I win the lottery, what if he likes me, what if I die, what if this or what if that. But if you could change all that, if you could control even a small part of it... How much would you sacrifice for a chance like that?
There was something about the night that bothered me. I couldn't quite place my finger on it. Maybe it was just my insomnia talking. I hadn't slept in a few days, and my mind had already played a few tricks on me. But either way, I couldn't shake the feeling that something weird was going to happen.
Even so, I kept walking and tried my best to ignore the strange butterfly-like feeling I had in my gut. I shoved my hands in the pocket of my black, white and gold swirly-patterned sweater and ducked my head forward, letting the hood hide my face. I saw my breath swirl in a white-gray mist. I smiled. Only I could be unlucky enough to decide to walk to and from work on the coldest night of November.
A breeze suddenly picked up, and my curly brown hair was thrown into my face. I stopped walking and took one hand out of my pocket to pry my hair out of my mouth.
God since when did Aeolus start holding a grudge against me... I mumbled absent-mindedly. Aeolus was the ruler of the winds in Greek mythology.
I wasn't a big believer in any Gods, really, but Greek mythology had always interested me. The stories were so intriguing. Ever since I was a little girl, I'd always wanted to study Greek mythology. My mom use to read me stories from my favorite parts of Greek mythology to lull me to sleep every night. My little brother would sneak into my room at night sometimes, and he would ask me to read him a story, and I would. Sometimes, I would even-
Something on the road caught my attention and interrupted my train of thought. I turned to look and see what it was. At first, I didn't actually see anything. But then I caught another flicker of white movement.
A cat. It was a cat. There was a small, white little kitten wandering around the road.
I smiled, and giggled. Come here, kitty kitty. I pushed my hood off my head and held my hand out to the cat. She meowed at me but didn't budge. Come on, baby, it's alright. There's nothing to be afraid of, honey. Just come here, I coaxed again, making the little 'tsu-tsu' sounds that seem to always attract cats.
She still just sat and stared at me. My smile faded. I sighed and looked around, making sure there were no cars coming. I stepped forward, quickly jogging over to the small, furry animal. I picked her up, cuddling her to my chest and gently kissing the top of her soft and delicate head.
Hi baby. It's okay, it's okay. There's no need to be afraid, I'll help you. I scratched the top of her head, and she purred in response. I smiled again.
The boy's voice came out of nowhere, and before I could even raise my eyes, something hit me. It knocked me over, to the side, across from where I'd been walking. I sheltered the kitten from the hard surface of the concrete road with my body.
Before I could do anything, again, I heard the sound of a sports car pass by. I looked up. It passed where I had been standing a second ago, barely even slowing let alone stopping.
Oh my god...
The cat meowed, and I realized I'd been squeezing her to me. I loosened my grip. The next thing that caught my attention was the boy. He'd pushed me out of the way of the car. He was lying on top of me, and I was surprised his weight didn't suffocate me before.
He cautiously lifted his weight off me, one hand next to each of my shoulders, and pushed himself up. He looked at me, and I at him. And then I stopped. My breath caught in my throat. He was probably the single most attractive guy I had ever seen. He had insanely gorgeous deep-blue eyes, the kind you only ever see in movies when the actors are wearing contacts. His hair was jet-black and a cute, floppy puppy-dog style that makes you want to run your hands through it. He had high-cheekbones, for a boy, and his face's shape was the male equivalent of a girl with a perfectly heart-shapped face. His tanned olive skin looked soft and smooth, and I had to restrain myself to keep from reaching out and caressing his face.
He lifted his body off of mine, and then offered me his hand. He was smiling at me. His teeth were the most perfect of white, and his smile was the perfect mix of charm and warmth. I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me up. I never let the cat go.
Are you alright, Miss...?
I took a breath to calm myself... And my fluttering heart. Kelly, my... My name's Kelly.
His smile widened. Well hi Kelly. My name's Jon.