Diana Lorenzo Steel has always been alone. Alone, but coping. But life for her has never been stable after her parents' death, despite trying to manage. Every day is a duel and her own only weapon is her sanity at hand.
Enter Sean McAllister Knight. A good guy at front but a broken person at heart. Like Diana, life has not been the best for him, what with his sibling's death a few years back. Survival has never been harder especially when pretending that everything is alright.
But when he meets Diana one day, he knows he has met someone like him. Someone, that could understand what he was going through.
And maybe he could be the one who could help Diana.
Will Sean be successful? Will Diana and Sean change for the better?
Because, fighting your demons becomes much easier if there is someone willing to fight alongside you.
Routine, routine, routine.
Everything was going according to the word that I was accustomed to, day by day. It was like a never ending roller-coaster. What with the pain of my parents dying and having no sibling around, my life was nothing, but routine. I had numbed the pain to a level of removing it like an old newspaper. Too old, but still there.
This word applied to me in almost every way. I had two choices given to me in order to escape my misery. I either had to weep and weep about my life, or I could numb the pain a bit and move on, except, behaving like a robot and doing things in a mundane way.
Every day, I felt pain. The thought of never seeing my parents again, made me realize how I wished to change the things I did, and said to them.
But one thing was certain.
If I couldn't change my past, I could try to alter my present to look better for me.
And to do this, I had to change the way I was living life. Miserable was not the way I was going to live.
Ever since that so-called goal, like New Year's Eve, I did stuff around my house to make sure it didn't depress me further of those memories.
I continued my education, my only means of looking like it was just a regular day, even if it wasn't. The academy I attended, the top academy in Paris. Today was the starting day of my second year.
Now I was just preparing my outfit for today. A black top, with blue stripes criss-crossing, black as night jeans and black sneakers. Taking my essentials consisting of earphones and my laptop, as I was a writer, so I could get inspiration to write anywhere. Also, a sweater for windy days. I was all set, but I needed breakfast.
Quickly getting my breakfast and eating it like I was going to die without it, I left for the academy. I couldn't afford to be late for my first lecture with Prof Lacturne. He was quite a professor in science. No fascination with the subject myself, but he was a nice professor.
Getting to the uni, I quickly went into the lecture hall. Whew, made it in 5 minutes!
"Good morning, ladies and gents. Today, we are going to start learning about the environment and how people try to help the environment sufficiently flourish throughout the world. Please open your books to page 456 and start making notes. Thank you." Said Prof Lacturne, writing something on the board.
Soon after my two lectures, morning tea came. Oh, the heavenly time to write something! But before I could do justice to myself to write something good, I had to eat.
I had just sat down to my amazingly good food, when a group of girls came by.
They made their way over to me like last year to make friends.
I wasn't here to make friends, I was here to make something out of myself which I promised to, after being miserable on my parents’ death long after.
"Hi Diana, would you like to come join us?" Asks, one of the girls.
"No thanks, I quite frankly like being left alone." I say in an agitated manner, wanting to eat my lunch badly.
"C'mon, I am sure our friends will enjoy your company." Says another.
"Certainly." Cries the third.
"As much as I'd like to feign gratitude for such a helping hand, I say no to that offer, sorry dolls." I say to them as I put in my earphones, start some music, and eat my morning tea.
"That's really rude of you. Never mind though, c'mon girls." Says the first one leaving with her friends, leaving me finally in peace.
Soon, I finish my morning tea and start writing. I already had a fabulous idea of what I was going to write.
Until, someone again disturbs my peace.
"What is it?" I ask irritably.
"Can I sit here with you?" The voice asks.
As I turn my face, I see who it was.
And I don't like the face at all.
“Can I sit here?” The voice asks again.
“I wish you could, but apparently, I say no to that notion.” I say with agitation.
“You think, I am interfering in your space?” He asks, with an amused look.
“Well, gee I hadn’t thought of that before, but you know what, you’re right. You are interfering in my space.” I say to him, irritation pulsing in my veins.
But apparently, he hasn’t changed his mind, as he sits next to me.
“I told you to go away, did you think I was speaking in Spanish?” I say irritably, as he starts eating his morning tea.
“Well, I’ve sat down anyway, so it really doesn't matter.” He says yet again, the amusement still lingering in his voice.
“I told you to leave, then, why didn’t you?” I mumble grumpily.
“Because, you can’t exactly push someone out, once they’ve made up their mind.” Sean says with a smirk, the look making me want to kick him to Nebraska.
Pourquoi dois-je traiter avec vous? I think as I finish my morning tea, and start writing my new story.
Translation: Why do I have to deal with you?
But Sean has to reply again.
« Parce que tu me connais trop bien. » Replies Sean, as he finishes up.
Translation: Because you know me too well.
« Comment savez-vous ce que je disais ? » I say, but suddenly realize that I had said my thoughts out loud. How could I be so stupid?
Translation: How did you know what I just said?
« Parce que chéri, vous avez dit que vous avez parlé à haute voix. » Sean says again, the amusement no longer hidden.
Translation: Because darling, you spoke your lovely thoughts out loud.
Soon the bell rings. Signalling all the students to quit their important chat and leave to the world of dreadful obstacles, called teachers and assignments.
Sean stands up and says:
« Eh bien, je vous souhaite Diana. Je vous parlerai bientôt, jusqu'à ce moment. He says, walking off to his class.
Translation: Well, nice to meet you too Diana. I will talk to you soon, till then.
As I walk off to my class, everyone stares at me. What in the darling hell? I'm just talking to some boy in our school (even if he was golden). Even if it was a prestige, well they should suck it up.
Sitting down in my seat, I stare ahead, waiting for our teacher to come in. But then, the conversation between me and Sean replays in my mind. Why does life have to be so cruel to me?
One question kept popping in my mind: Why the heck had the great Sean Mcallister Knight decided to talk to me?