Chapter One

April

     This would never get old. The scenery. It is just amazing. As the day gets old, the scenery of summer nights in Seattle gets a little shade of pink added to it. It gives it a sense of nature. No matter how many vodka shots a person could consume, the cool breeze of these nights definitely knocks some sense into a person. I just love it like that.

     I gather a little composure, trying to get a stance on my heels, walking down the front porch as I exit the bar. I get down a few metres and I feel myself sober up. Been aware of the fact that I have five fingers on a palm and not eleven must really go a long way. I might have gotten a little wasted, but I am definitely not one to show it. The wolf whistles I get dies down a bit as I reach the dark corners of the streets which are very much busy. The parade downtown is really kicking in.

     My feet yearn a bit of relaxation. A hot shower and a twenty-four hours worth of sleep would not hurt. The further down I go, the more the people. Most of the men turn around to get to ogle me. Believe me, the only ones that do not turn around are only those with their wives. Even at that, they try to sneak a peek.

    I smile at that. A proud one. I am only a few blocks away from my apartment. I turn back to call a guy out for stepping on my toe. I reach a screeching halt. I literally freeze. I see my distraction, this guy should thank his lucky stars. But the guy, he is not important anymore. The other is. My distraction.

       The lights of the oncoming vehicle hit his features. He is too far away. The lights only allows me to see his sharp nose. The rest are a blur. I do not know why but his features are implicit. I study him, but I cannot. He looks just...I do not even know. I cannot figure him out. 

      I am headed north not south anymore, my apartment is least of my worries now. A few feet and some inches later and we are opposite each other. I try again to study him. An opportunity to do that does not come. A bump of his shoulder against mine is all I get. I am beyond shocked. I often get attention, but this guy did not even dart his eyes to me.

       His bump on my shoulder  causes me to turn to the opposite direction facing his back  as he walks away from me. Now I study his back. Behind his shirt I see his muscles tense as he easily squeezes through the flood of people. His lean structure allows him to. I drown out everyone. Everyone except him. People glare at me. Some screaming something at me. But I do not care, I begin to force my feet to move just to catch up on him.

       Something hits me. I scream like a banshee, but nothing actually comes out. Soon enough I hit the ground. Writhing for anything. For life.

      I do not know how long it takes but my eyes open. Something beautiful is up in my face. And it smells good, nice even. But my brain does not register it. It is too scrambled to take it all in. I see blur. I hear it even. My brain finally responds as I will it to. Is that? It is.

      It is my distraction.

        "You finally noticed me." I manage to say out.

Everything turns black.