Her Life

Eternity pov Slowly and reluctantly, I uncover my face. I blink, close my eyes, and blink again. Streaks of sunlight penetrate the window and blind me. I sit up, drag my feet off the bed, and rub my knuckles into my eyes. I stretch my arms above my head and yawn. I live in my apartment in New York. Of course, I am 21 years old and I didn't live with my parents. My bedroom is small compared to the living room of my apartment, but I can still fit everything I need into it. I have a bed right in the middle of my squarish room, which takes up quite a bit of space, but I like it that way. You may find me laying there reading a book in the natural light coming through my window, which is my main source of light. The storage is great because it is hidden away above my wardrobe, which is built into the wall, although most of my stuff goes under the bed. There is a big black shoebox beside my bed that fits all my shoes in it. There is a mirror hanging on my off-white walls above a small table. Next to them, I have a tall, white dress bulging with clothes. I have a white bedside table with an alarm clock, a rose-red touch lamp, and a blue Bluetooth speaker. I scrolled through my social media with no notifications to see this much boredom in my existence. Even so, I believe that one day your life will diminish from your passion and hard work. I go towards the bathroom to do my morning business, and then, after taking a shower, I put on my sweatshirt and shorts. After that, I move towards the kitchen for breakfast. I was about to open the fridge for packed food The sound of a door swinging open caused me to jump. "Surprise Eter," I heard my best friend Olivia's voice. "Olli bitch, you are back," I pressed my fist to my mouth, pinching my lips between the thumb and index finger. She is in London on a business trip from her workplace. Olivia and I have been best friends since childhood elementary school. We are partners in crime. "Yeah, I wish to surprise my hag," Olivia said, and the next moment I felt my breath choke as she wrapped her arms around me. "Wow, so how is your trip to London, bitch?" my neck tipped back "Ughh, seriously, It was completely headache, especially when you have to go to work and that asshole manager of our branch, I stopped myself to give him peace of mind," as spittle built up in the corners of her mouth. "Seriously, spare that poor fellow. He would be in hospital if he had the bad side of yours," I spoke as I paced around the kitchen to find butter. "Yeah, yeah, pray he doesn't see my bad side," Olivia answered as her face was getting flushed with her hands getting into fists. "Okay, leave it. What about that dress which we saw last time window shopping?" I quickly changed the topic because..... Warning, be careful; my best friend has very weird and toxic anger issues. "Oh, I've got something," she added and picked out an exquisite photo frame where mine and her childhood image are there. "Wowee Oli, this is an amazing bitch," Slowly, I release a deep breath while observing the beautiful picture frame. Indeed, it is true. I bought these from London two. One is for you, another is for me. This is yours, "she answered and placed it in the living room of my apartment. "So what would you go for to eat shag?" I demanded while reaching out for bread and milk from the fridge. "Nothing, hag, "Come on, let's go to Starbucks." am dying for a cold Vanilla Bean from Starbucks," Olivia said while Grabbing the sides of her head and then sliding fingers down the cheeks, "Okay, let's go. I am in." I wrapped my arms around myself and led towards my bedroom and picked up a white sweatshirt and black jeans and my favourite white sneakers. I pulled my dark brown hair into one French braid. I only put on Babylips lip balm. I prefer my face makeup-free; it doesn't need any makeup. I grabbed my backpack and placed my credit card into it and reached out to the living room. Olivia is lying on one of the couches in the living room watching a random movie while munching chips. She is in blue jeans with a yellow tank top and a denim jacket over it. Her black hair is in a ponytail. "Ready?" I asked while locking the door of my bedroom. Olivia lifted her eyes at me and grinned. "You look like shit," she said while wiggling her eyebrows. "I know, wanker," I rolled my eyes at her, but my friend was looking at her. My and Olivia's friendship is like this: we always call each other by names like Witch, Bitch, wanker, whore, or hag, as they are ways to express our love for each other, not the love of Romeo and Juliet but the love of BFF, which means Best friends forever. Olivia is like a real sister to me. "Yeah, let's go," she said, standing up and waving her arms. We made our way away from my apartment building and got into Olivia's car. She drops her car into a Starbucks cafe; we go there, and I am welcomed with the delicious aroma of coffee making. Rats in my stomach are dancing "You remain here. I will return our orders, "she said while taking out her credit card. even "Okay, please come fast, I am starving," I smiled sheepishly and led them to meet at one of the tables. After spending a very wonderful time with Olivia, we were getting away from Starbucks. Suddenly, Olivia's phone buzzed. "Hello," she answered and frowned upon hearing another person in line. "Okay, I am coming," she pouted, then looked at me as she rubbed her hands together. "It's an emergency call from work." "I will drop you at your apartment," she said, pouting and looking down. "Hey, it's okay, don't feel bad. You go, girl. I prefer to go by bicycle today," I said. When Olivia has gone, I hire a bicycle from a website on my phone. After some moments, a boy shows up with a bicycle he showed me, the bicycle and keys, and here I leave to experience riding a bicycle. I love biking. I admire it all year round. That proposition's spirit, the path's acceleration, and rise and fall, the opportunity to go over grass, mud, or road...It is a freedom I will always crave. That sort of liberty is a gift, is it not? A privilege of movement, to strengthen oneself while having so much fun. And so, as I pass the cars that pollute, the passengers cower in their seats. While riding a bicycle, I saw the Lexus LC Without a doubt, one of the best luxury sports. My unhealthy obsession with cars I have been busy watching that wonderful car. I was about to crash against the gigantic wall when I noticed the accident which was about to happen to me. My mouth is falling open, making my upper lip curl back. I tighten my clutch around the handle of a bicycle while closing my eyes so tight. Someone's hands folded around my waist. And that person twirled me around and that bike went away. I and that person collided on the harsh surface of the road. "No, I wept." I steady my breath and try to calm the panic. I tightly closed my eyes while my breathing grew heavier with my rising body. Seconds passed, and I didn't feel any pain again. I cleared my eyes and my muscles got stiff.