It is when she goes to stand across the road to catch a cab, she sees them. Walking out of the hotel, the same hotel where she was in moments ago, hands entwined together as they walk closely like they are a couple. And of course, they are a couple. Perseus and Sofia still make the cutest couple like they did three years back. An unwelcomed nasty feeling starts clogging up her throat, choking her. Taking a few greedy gulps of air in, she turns her back on them. Her eyes sting with tears welling up in them. Now, she does not want to wait around for a cab to come. She bolts off on her feet as fast as she possibly could. Halfway down the road, she breaks down. She clutches onto her chest as sob after sob leaves her lips. Tears rolling freely down her cheeks. Why is it so hard to love her? Why is it so hard for people to stay by her side? She gets it that she is an ugly duckling and that she has her own baggage, but is she that much despicable? Neither her father nor mother wants her. And her sister hates her, so does her sister's boyfriend. As of friends, well, she does not have any. Never had one. Her sobs gradually reduce but her tears do not stop. She stands up from the ground when she notices few people looking her way weirdly. They must be thinking that either she is batshit crazy or that she is possessed by some entity. Not wanting to embarrass herself any further, she walks away. She runs the rest of the way wiping off at her cheeks furiously. She should have just gone with the flow and should have let the man fuck the hell out of herself. What is she doing saving herself for the man of her dreams when girls her age are banging the shit out of half the population. What is the use of saving her virginity when the man himself does not want her? She knows and understands that whom she is crazy for, is in love with her sister. Then why is her mind not ready to accept this simple truth that she can never have him? Maybe if she gets involved with someone else, her fixation would get over. Hmm, she should definitely do that! But where would she find such a boy who would give himself to her twisted self? Won't Harry be that nice? But she does not want to use such a nice man like him. Thinking all of this, she finally reaches at Miriam's, and just as soon, her eyes rest on the goddess standing across from her. Though her eyes are not on her as she impatiently taps her right foot on the tiled floor. Her big doe eyes are trained on her aquamarine coloured manicured nails. The purple liner above her lids do not make her look innocent but cunning. Dressed in a white tee and a pair of black and white printed ankle length pants along with a set of black sneakers, she flaunts her open waist length layers over her shoulders. Nothing about style is matching, and that makes it difficult for anyone to tell her personality. And Ana is liking every bit of it. She is like a mystery and Ana likes mysteries. If only she swung that way, she would have swept her off her feet by now. But she knows one thing for sure, that she wants to become someone like her. Confident. She needs to realize that she does not need anyone's love. She is enough for herself. Ana jumps slightly when she feels someone touches her softly.
"Hey! Relax." Ana now realizes that the mystery girl has come to stand beside her. "Hi. I noticed that you were staring at me. Do I entice you?" The girl asks, smugness clear in her voice. Ana blinks twice before taking a good look at her and sees that smirk across her red painted lips.
"Hmm. You are really something." Ana comments. She laughs and shrugs at that.
"What can I say? She says with a smile. "Name's Rene."
"Ana."