[ two weeks later ]

I have an immense problem with a bitch name Time.

There never seems to be enough of it. We all yearn to get more of it, desperate and clawing for it. Like fishes flopping for water.

As for me, I can never tell you how much I've wished it was different.

There red were my bad weeks were time came by so slowly. Each day was another day of nothingness. And time ticked by so slowly. Time was a standstill. There was nothing but me hoping for an escape, waiting for everything to be done for and over. I was giving up.

Suddenly, those weeks sped up and I find myself here, right now, still angry with time at how slow and how fast it goes like another New York City pedestrian waving an angry fist at a taxi driver for going slower than their grandma or fast enough to kill someone.

I lie on the cold granite floor of the entry way of my home.

My mother walked in.
"Amelia."

"Mother."

"You need to do something." She said.

"I do things, Mother." I retorted.

I looked at the ceiling. Since when did we have a chandelier?

"Reading and watching TV are not things." She said, scrolling through the mail. I heard her place a few in the bin marked for my Dad.

"They are verbs. Verbs are actions." I said.

"I swear sometimes I think you're a child. Amelia, sit up. I mean go. It's New York City we live in. Go to a museum or am art show." She said, pursing her lips.

"I'm not 60 years old." I sighed.

"Then do whatever you kids do." She said.

"I'm perfectly fine with my books and DVD's thank you."

"You need to do something with your life. The hard times are done and dealt with. Begin a new phase.New events will come your way." She said, kissing my forehead.

"Mother. You sound like a fortune cookie." I groaned.

"Has Tristan talked to you? Claire just told me the news." She said.

"What news?" I asked, getting off the floor.

"Great news!" Tristan yelled as he opened the door.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Not now. Or here. Ms. Davis? I'll bring her back by seven." He yelled, dragging me out of the door and into the hallway.

He pulled me to the elevator.

"I live here I know where the elevators at, thank you very much." I said.

He jabbed the button repeatedly.

"Tris what are you so worked up about?" I asked.

We we entered the elevator.
"A few more minutes." He said.

The lobby to my building held a small coffee shop.

We sat at our normal spot beside the windows.

"What is it?" I asked.

"The producers. They called me. And we talked and talked and talked." Tristan said, his grin spreading.

"Tris that's so cool." I said.

"No Mels. That's not all. I'm going to London to sign a deal. I'm joining them as a producer." Tristan said, his eyes sparkling.

"Oh my god. That's wonderful." I said, leaning over and hugging him.

"Okay. Breathe. So how are you?" He asked.

"Good." I replied.

He scoffed. "Don't lie."

"I'm fine. You and I both know, I'm good. Just a bit sad." I admitted.

"Oh. Well you'll see. It'll all work out." He assured me.

"Yeah. When are you leaving?" I asked.

"Saturday." He grinned.

"That's in two days, Tris." I exclaimed.

"Uh-hih. Which means I have to go pack." He said.

"You just got here!" I retorted.

"Yeah sorry but I really need to go, Mel." Tristan said, hugging. Me.

I watched as he left the lobby and headed down the busy street.

I smiled all the way back to my floor.

There were six units each floor, wall to ceiling painted white and checkered tile as well as floor length LED strips lit up the edges. The hallway looked modern yet old.

As I began to count the usual number of 22 tiles, I stopped abruptly when I stopped at 16.

Looking up, a white assortment of small box obscured the door way.

To: Amelia ♥︎

I picked the bundle up, then unlocked the door.

"Mom?" I yelled.

"Yes?" She replied, entering the living room.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Open it." She said, patting the couch.

I opened the first one. Paper? I mediately recognized the hand writing.

Mels.

I just saw you. This is a surprise okay? We're moving to London, you and me. Your parents have agreed for you to come with me, probably to keep an eye on each other. When we get there I'm sure you'll find a job or something.

Your soon to be roomie.Tris

I dropped the letter on my lap.
"Mom is this real?" I asked.

She grinned.

I picked up another box. A plane ticket for Saturday.
A picture of the place we were staying at in another one.
In another box a print out of things to do in London.

"Mom this is crazy. And unexpected." I laughed.
"But what about, you know..."

My mother took my hand in hers.
"You'll have so much fun, Mel. You'll be okay." She assured me.

I sighed, letting the papers flutter to a stop on the table.

Boy was I right. Time does go by fast.

Notes

okay I really hate this chapter but.. yeah.

bear with me guys!

xx
xitlali