the arrival
It's another day at work for Nice, another day in which he fights to return to a normal life after his chaotic breakup with his ex.
He gets out of bed early, turning off the alarm on his cell phone, trying not to wake his little sister in the bed below the bunk.
He gets ready for work, reluctantly combing her short ash blonde bob hair and applying a little makeup to his face to avoid the awkward questions of are they alright? It's not that he does an excellent job with his paint, but at least they hide his dark circles and mimic the appearance of the damn pimples that appear on his skin, he hates that they appear, but considering the days of the month they understand why they invade his face. After grabbing his things and after putting them in a backpack, he watches his reflection in the mirror checking his clothes, a blue jean, mid waist and a black t-shirt along with his completely black covers.
He manages to have everything he needs in his backpack while he drinks a strong and sweet coffee, his quick version of his breakfast, listening to the annoying noise of his mother's dogs barking like crazy, from the backyard. He doesn't understand his family's obsession with adopting so many dogs. They are noisy and annoying, but that's it, it's not his house anymore, it stopped when he moved in with Brad, and his return is only temporary or expected, so he can't complain about the annoying pets.
At the end of it, she walks sleepily to the bus stop that will take her to her job. He can't complain, at least he got a job as an intern at a research center. That was one of her goals since she got her biologist degree just a year ago. Well, one of her objectives, her plans in general were others, but Brad, her ex, decided to destroy them, along with her feelings.
She still aches in her chest from losing her first and only boyfriend. He was tender and considerate of her, even romantic and he was for 6 years, but since they started living together 4 months ago he turned into a complete jerk, destroying Nice's heart in the process.
That killed Nice's ability to trust anyone other than herself. She should have learned about it by now considering her childhood, but she, she was in love with her and she thought that Brad was her fate, finally giving him her reward for always turning the other cheek.
The result of her with Brad still hurts her, she expected something else, nothing big, just that she would fulfill her promises to love her and take care of her always. Brad loved to make promises of undying love, telling her how much he loved her and that even though she was financially far below him, in the future he would see that nothing was missing from her.
Those damn promises hurt Nice the most. After all, when Brad had the chance to meet them, she began to distance herself from her. Apparently her ex had no intention of respecting her own words.
Nice sighs as she turns up the volume on her wireless headphones so that the music will drown out the complaints in her mind.
She is carried away by the melodious voice of the Evanescence singer. She always liked that band, since she heard it for the first time at 14 years old. Even with her scant almost limited comprehension of English at that time, the voice and melody of her songs filled her mind creating impulses in her heart.
That relaxes her, but in her current situation it's not enough to calm the anguish in her chest. And more taking into account the dreams that have begun to harass her for a few days.
When she arrived at her workplace, she got off the bus and went to the check-in booth, showing her provisional pass to the security subject.
Outlining an awkward smile, being new no one knows her and she feels uncomfortable interacting with people who apparently don't remember her face despite having been there for a month.
The security subject suspiciously reads her card, for the fourth time this week, before enabling the barrier.