Ch.1 - Rainy Days

                                    

                                          
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A rainy day can only be gloomy, if you believe it is.
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Melody's POV 
Rain. It can be overlooked, for being gloomy. People don't see the rain how I do... 
A calm sensation of peace. Peace that can't be found in a quiet place.
I've been seen as gloomy my whole life. My family believed that I was faking my depression.
So, instead of helping me, they ignored me, started treating me differently. 
Ever since then I've bottled up my emotions. When I was numb enough I left, I moved to Boston.
I'm currently in my loft apartment. I've had to work my ass off, to get what I have today.
Nothing ever does come easy. Especially when you're a 19 year old living on your own.
My loft apartment has a balcony with four huge windows. A black marble island table, with cabinets to match. Up the stairs is my room. 
A full sized bed with gray and black covers. Pinterest saved my ass when it came to decorating this room.
I look out the window to see it's raining. My favorite kind of day. I put my black trench coat on, put my curly hair in a messy bun, and slide on my black crocs.
Since the café is not that far. I'll just walk there, grabbing my umbrella and keys. I lock my apartment and I start my walk.
Two minutes later...
I make it to the café called "La Café". As I walk into the café,  I wait in line. In front of me, is a man that's about 5'7. Taller than me that's for sure.
I notice I'm up next to order, the cashier waiting patiently to take my order.
I order a hot americano to go with one pump of almond sweetener. It's strong and bitter but it's enough for me to stay focused.
I paid, got the number of my drink. I look at my receipt, it says "365". So I waited watching the rain fall upon the cafe's windows.
"Orders 365...Order 359!" The barista says as she attends to the other waiting customers.
I walk up to grab my drink, only to realize it was already taken.
"Excuse me" I say, getting the baristas attention. "The number of my drink was 365 and it's not here."
"Oh, I'm sur-" the barista spoke but was cut off by the most soothing voice I've ever heard.
"Sorry about that, I was in a hurry. I grabbed the wrong coffee." He said, with a bit of amusement in his voice.
"Well, next time pay attention." I said, taking my coffee out of his hands. I looked up only to see him staring at me with full amusement on his face.
I scoffed, annoyed with the situation and began to leave but not before I quickly say thank you to the barista and left.
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I hope you enjoyed this first chapter. I will be releasing  two chapters on Friday.
Comment what you thought or even suggestions.
Peace out.
Image is from Pinterest by Behance.