JANE:

I woke up to the sound of the birds chirping and the crickets singing outside my window along with the trees rustling and swinging around in a beautiful rhythm. The glistening sun shining bright, falling on my feet as it escaped through my window. I could also feel the warm breeze kissing my skin and soothing it. The brightness in my room had a surreal effect on me; it seemed almost as if this day was nothing but a reminder of hope besides the warm feeling hinting the presence of summer.

Ironically, last night I slept crying, but woke up feeling different. Not the happy kind of different but the kind which made me feel as if I was in for something new. Sixth sense? After all, it was June and I was leaving from Texas to start off with my internship.

Hawaii, here I come.

I clung the summery yellow dress on my body; it was sleeveless, V-Neck with floral imprints and lacy straps. I straightened the creases on the chiffon flare while my fingers and adjusted each strap of my dress.

Following that, I applied a bit of pink lipstick and blush to add a rosy touch along with a hint of black mascara. I sprayed my favorite perfume on my fingers and rubbed it under my ears. The smell was strong and it went straight up my nostrils.

After getting ready, I grabbed my hat and sunglasses from my nightstand and stopped in front of the mirror to have a final glimpse of myself.

I need to overcome my pain. I need to be happy. 

I dragged my handbags and suitcase down the spiral staircase. They caused an irritating vibration which made my heels shiver. I hated this house. I hated everything here without a solid reason.

At the end of the stairs stood my aunt. Her lips were curved upwards; happiness plastered her face. She was old; late sixties maybe. I never asked, but it was obvious from the fine lines of wrinkles all over her features.

"I am so proud of you Jane," She paused, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

Proud of me? We hardly even talked all this time.

Don't cry.

"I hope my sister is happy with the way I have raised you because all you are doing is making her proud," she said, pulling me into her arms. Her arms lacked the power to provide me the sense of comfort and security; it was weird and unusual, I was always detached from her and never got a chance to get close to her. Neither her nor my Uncle.

I wouldn't have cried for you, Aunt.

Without any obvious emotions on my face, I stared right into my aunt's eyes; I tried searching for my mother in her, but the space was hollow, I wrapped my arms around her again and kissed her forehead goodbye with a fake smile on my lips.

******

"Welcome at Honolulu International Airport. You have reached your desired destination. The time is 1:30 pm. It is partly cloudy with 25°C. We hope you have an overwhelming experience in Hawaii."

I stepped out of the plane and gave myself a quick reminder as to why I had come to Hawaii. It was not just because of the internship, but I was desperately in need of a break. When I told my Aunt and Uncle about the internship, they wondered why Hawaii when I could have done an internship in Texas only. I never really gave them an answer. I had no power left to pour out my feelings anymore. I just needed to get away from Texas where the heart-wrenching tragedy had taken place.

From my personal experience, I knew one thing for sure: nobody cares about anyone. Not even those who you think are the closest to you. Like- dad.

Nevermind.

I wanted to give myself a second chance, a chance to live again. A chance to spread my wings higher without letting anyone stopping me from flying.

My past was the only thing stopping me.

You are starting over, don't give up.

I tried to smile as I got out of the cab. The warm breeze hit my face and my hair blew along with the wind. The sky above me was a clear blue and I could hear the beautiful islands calling out for me.

I stepped inside the Kahala Hotel & Resort Oahu. Beautiful. I picked up this hotel as it was only a welcome distance from Waikiki and my uncle's friend owned it. He was ready to give me the room for free but I rejected his offer because I hated depending on others for favours. The least I could do was stay here. Plus, I was already getting a 50% off due to my internship.

I was pretty excited for this internship as I was assigned as a Medical Assistant at the Straub Clinic & Hospital. This job was nothing but perfection for a person like me who was craving for an experience in this field. And the best part? I would have to start from tomorrow only. Good to keep my mind busy, right?

I walked up to the counter and waited till the receptionist went through my details. As I got done with the process, I ran straight towards my room.

When I reached the lobby, I buried my hand inside my purse and searched for my room keys, but they were nowhere to be found.

What the hell? I just had them with me. Urgh. Stop being such a careless bitch!

I started panicking and cursing myself. I was too tired and cranky to drag myself back to the ground floor, but I had no other choice. My feet crumbling beneath the floor, blood rushing all around my body.

Breathe, it is alright.

I rushed towards the elevator door, trying to shove my passport inside my purse, but then everything became blurry. A strong force met my shoulder and I lost control of everything I was holding. The worst part? My purse was unzipped and all my personal things were spread over the lobby.

It seemed almost as if my privacy had been invaded.

It was embarrassing.

Irritation and anger started boiling inside my body, causing me to erupt as I bent down without looking at the person in front of me.

"Watch where you are going, stupid jerk. Are you blind or what?" I snapped, my tone was harsh.

I glanced up to have a peek at the dick who had ruined my mood, but those green eyes met mine and I felt as if I would choke. What the..? His face was too bright. He had a Cheshire cat smile and his hair was the most beautiful shade of brown I had ever seen; it was a bit long and his straight strands were slicked back. My eyes analyzed his features carefully; I noticed his damp white shirt, a glimpse of his caramel skin clinging to it. His toned six-packs boasting out and to be honest, they made the blood escalate all around my body. Just a stupid rush. His tan skin striking, he was standing with his hands shoved casually into his pant's pockets. He was taller than me, way taller and his shoulders were broad. I felt like my heart skipped a beat again and it was the first time I had ever felt this way. Stupid rush, again.

The feeling was refreshing but I was mad at myself for letting a bit of the numb vestige leave.

Without uttering a word, the gorgeous boy got on his knees, his gaze holding mine as he helped me put my passport and other things back in the purse.

"Hi, my name is Ashton. I am sorry for being a jerk if that is what you call someone who was doing you a favor by returning you your room keys, which you dropped outside the elevator."

He was smiling continuously and I didn't feel embarrassed for coming out so harshly; I had no care in this world for anyone's feelings for that matter. I looked at him with my icy blue eyes.

But why the fuck is he still smiling? God, he is so irriating.

"Thank you." I snorted, sarcastically.

With that, I rolled my eyes and walked away. In that moment, I almost felt bad for him and this was highly unusual since I was done caring for people. I didn't even have any friends anyway, then why did I feel the need to be a bit nicer to him?

Questions after questions clouded in my head, but I got interrupted by that seductive voice again; it was flowing over me in a sensual rhythm. Now what?

"Can I at least know your name?"

I looked at the brunette boy again, trying to read him but all I could see was the twinkle in his eyes.

Don't tell him your name. It is not like you will be friends with him.

Lost in my thoughts and his heavenly dimples, I snapped at him and said,

"Never."

Just because I find you attractive doesn't mean I am going to talk to you.

It wasn't like he was the only attractive person I had encountered in my life, I did meet handsome men but I never got close to them or let them sweet talk me into becoming their 'friend'. I hated the words bonding or feelings or friends. Whatsoever.

Without waiting for his response, I entered my room and slammed the door, shrugging off everything I had just encountered.

Note: The italics are her thoughts. And I am warning you, her characte is going to confuse the shit out of you because she might be numb but she is still a wreck who thinks something and does something else. Her past has messed her up and you can't even blame her for it. Poor one.

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