Okay, more than anything this is just a sort of teaser. I'm going to work on this fic for real as soon as I can. Bear with me here. Oh yeah, this is a sequel to my last story Papier-mâché Emotions.
A Masterpiece is ForeverBy: Meg-chan
It was just about 6 am in busy New York City. The early morning commuters were just coming in along with the early shift workers at almost every establishment that sold coffee in the entire city. On the 3rd floor of a high rise on 8th avenue a young man of about 28, stood surveying the scene. He loved to come in each morning at this time to watch as all this went on in the world around him. He felt that it was a way to keep himself connected to reality without having to really experience it. Sure it seemed a little strange, but watching the people down there running about with their own lives took some of his focus away from his own life. Just like any other person, he tended to get wrapped up in his problems. Watching the people on the streets, people richer than him, those who had nothing, the students, all of them made him realize what he had, and cherish it.
He also arrived so early as to get away from his "living companion's" (or so he called him in public) bad early morning moods. Not even watching people could make him want to experience that.
The man turned away from the window and sat at the desk that occupied his spacious office. His mind wandered to the first time he had come in early, just to set up a presentation, but the experience had moved him enough that he continued to come early every morning. That first time had been 3 years ago. While he was lost in thought, he absently twisted a ring that occupied the ring finger of his left hand. He looked down at it; smiling at the nostalgic feeling it gave him.
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The sun was just beginning to shine it's rays upon New England. It crept into the car window of a young man on his way to work. Spring had found it's way to Massachusetts after the long winter. This young man was driving from his apartment in Cambridge to Wellesley High School, where he worked. He had the CD player on, with one of his favorite CD's, U2, best of 1980-1990, playing almost as loud as it could go. The music always helped him to wake up and prepare for the day. He pulled off of the high way and onto a smaller side street. There were many trees along this road and many happened to be flowering trees and were all showing their blossoms. Spring in New England was always something to behold, and this ride every morning reminded him of it.
The car pulled into a parking lot that was occupied by a few other cars, but more would be arriving later. The young man gathered together his things, along with a basketball. He walked over to the outdoor basketball court, set his bad and coat on the sideline, walked out to the middle of the court and began to dribble the ball. The morning air woke him up and physical activity did as well. He played hard for about a half an hour until a chain around his neck flew up and over his head. It was falling toward the ground but the man shot out his hand to catch it. He pulled it back over his head and looked for a moment at the ring that hung on the chain. He smiled quickly and then tucked the chain back under his shirt. He picked up the rest of his stuff and walked inside to change his clothes.
So what do you think so far?? I know it's not much now, but it'll get better! I promise!! Oh yes, please review!! It makes me happy when I'm feeling down.