Chapter One- Naomi- 2013/14- Part 2
Being back home for the holidays suited Naomi fine, aside from the constant nagging of her mother. The chores, the family dinners with forced conversations, lack of peace. She longed for the city and the person who waited there, but spent many nights walking the country paths. It was a strange mix of sadness and joy, of loneliness and content. The holidays came and went faster than anyone could have imagined. Christmas day was spent with family jokes and happiness, but she felt detached, like a ghost watching a alternative life. It was the love, the love for the soul elsewhere that kept her from being fully there. Soon after it came time to pack everything up, twelfth night had come and gone. Boxes took away the strange, familiar masks of the season and tucked them away tight in the loft. The nights became shorter and her walks became later and later trying to catch that twilight sky in all its beauty.
In the world around, kept moving by the need for money and to do something, be someone, oblivious to the slow time bubble of the Scottish village, things changed. Slowly laws became darker and darker. Taxes, slowly at first, rose unnoticed. Charities started to melt away, oppressed by ruthless money collectors. It was turning the earth into quite chaos.
Soon Naomi found herself back on that train shooting through the hills entertaining herself by 'door spotting'. Over the holidays so many of this huge iron contraptions had joined the hundreds already spoiling the traditional British country. Who knew what they are for, but just looking at them introduced a unfounded sense of dread. Eventually she got bored as the skyscrapers started making uneven bumps on the horizon and turned to her ipod, oh the trusty sound of guitars hatching out a odd entrancing sound. This music carried her home through the mass crowds and busy bodies. Up the stairs of the underground now abandoned, no blankets lumped over unclean bodies, no beggars or fresh music. The people Naomi had greeted daily on her way to work, brought coffees, had disappeared. No thought crossed her mind despite this, all that filled her heart was the promise of the warm hug and his face smiling.
The door opened and there he was Logan. His tall figure filled the door frame, more muscled than she remembered. His hair dark as always was swept into a messy handsome mop on his head, less hair than before. That wasn't something she liked, when she was in town she banned him from going anywhere near the hairdressers. His eyes were just the same though, as was the lopsided grin that told her, at last, she was home.
'Naomi, oh little Naomi. It's shocking how late you can be some days.' He winked, quickly swiftly almost unnoticeable to anyone watching.
'You've cut your hair.' The cold sharp tone of her voice startled him, frosty, unloving.
'Well... I... umm something had to be done, I could barely seeing' the stammer broke it, she could hold the act no longer, laughing she wrapped her arms round his shoulders.
'Aww, you know I always love you, loosen up a little' and with that she kissed him fully, passionately and fell through the doorway.
The window was one of the best for a view of the city. On a morning as clear as this you could see for miles, you could see the normally busy shopping streets, the emerald parks and so much. It was too early for much to be happening, but slowly people started moving. The peace of it all felt so awe-inspiring considering the noise that would come later as a side effect of the crushing crowds. In the country Naomi loved the twilight, but this time people were already moving to work on the farms. In the city it was a complete different life, the night was no where near this, the crazy bars worked until ridiculous hours. Party late, rise late. The twilight of the city. The thought wrapped around her, blanketing her in the warmth of her world.
'Why. Listen I appreciate you are a city girl but...' the sentence died away. He sat back, gently on cream sofa as if any sound could disrupt this image. Just watching his girl at the window, watching the feelings the radiated so strongly and basking in the peace.
Slightly shorter than Part 1 but for a reason. Exams. Sorry guys, I hope I can make it up next time.
PRx
In the world around, kept moving by the need for money and to do something, be someone, oblivious to the slow time bubble of the Scottish village, things changed. Slowly laws became darker and darker. Taxes, slowly at first, rose unnoticed. Charities started to melt away, oppressed by ruthless money collectors. It was turning the earth into quite chaos.
Soon Naomi found herself back on that train shooting through the hills entertaining herself by 'door spotting'. Over the holidays so many of this huge iron contraptions had joined the hundreds already spoiling the traditional British country. Who knew what they are for, but just looking at them introduced a unfounded sense of dread. Eventually she got bored as the skyscrapers started making uneven bumps on the horizon and turned to her ipod, oh the trusty sound of guitars hatching out a odd entrancing sound. This music carried her home through the mass crowds and busy bodies. Up the stairs of the underground now abandoned, no blankets lumped over unclean bodies, no beggars or fresh music. The people Naomi had greeted daily on her way to work, brought coffees, had disappeared. No thought crossed her mind despite this, all that filled her heart was the promise of the warm hug and his face smiling.
The door opened and there he was Logan. His tall figure filled the door frame, more muscled than she remembered. His hair dark as always was swept into a messy handsome mop on his head, less hair than before. That wasn't something she liked, when she was in town she banned him from going anywhere near the hairdressers. His eyes were just the same though, as was the lopsided grin that told her, at last, she was home.
'Naomi, oh little Naomi. It's shocking how late you can be some days.' He winked, quickly swiftly almost unnoticeable to anyone watching.
'You've cut your hair.' The cold sharp tone of her voice startled him, frosty, unloving.
'Well... I... umm something had to be done, I could barely seeing' the stammer broke it, she could hold the act no longer, laughing she wrapped her arms round his shoulders.
'Aww, you know I always love you, loosen up a little' and with that she kissed him fully, passionately and fell through the doorway.
The window was one of the best for a view of the city. On a morning as clear as this you could see for miles, you could see the normally busy shopping streets, the emerald parks and so much. It was too early for much to be happening, but slowly people started moving. The peace of it all felt so awe-inspiring considering the noise that would come later as a side effect of the crushing crowds. In the country Naomi loved the twilight, but this time people were already moving to work on the farms. In the city it was a complete different life, the night was no where near this, the crazy bars worked until ridiculous hours. Party late, rise late. The twilight of the city. The thought wrapped around her, blanketing her in the warmth of her world.
'Why. Listen I appreciate you are a city girl but...' the sentence died away. He sat back, gently on cream sofa as if any sound could disrupt this image. Just watching his girl at the window, watching the feelings the radiated so strongly and basking in the peace.
Slightly shorter than Part 1 but for a reason. Exams. Sorry guys, I hope I can make it up next time.
PRx
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