Kindred Cassidy has had enough of her life. She appreciates it but thinks is there more to life then what she is living? When she is late to work one day her life changes from once boring, and meaningless, to something worth living for. Alastair Metaxas a beautiful, rich, powerful man who happens to encounter Kindred one time. But after that first short encounter is one time enough?

It’s a bitter cold December night, so cold I could feel the heat escaping from my dry, cracked lips, and making its way into the dark night. I looked up to the stars to give me guidance, but alas the grey, snowy, wintry clouds above me had other plans and decided right then and there to softly cry. I closed my eyes and listen to the silent fall of each independent flake making its final resting place on the ground. I took a deep breath and held out my hand hoping to be that final place that these magical flakes will somehow ease my pain, when all of a sudden my feet slid a bit and brought me back to the here and now. I caught myself right before I fell to my impending doom. Well I guess I shouldn’t be so dramatic, I wouldn’t say doom, I will say a good laugh from my friends at how I was being a dumb ass thinking I was just being drunk and clumsy.

When I got my bearings I started to make my journey home. Huh another day, gone, that I will never get back. What ever happened to living in the moment, or live like it was your last day? I guess people now a days are so full of themselves, and think they are so invincible that they overlook the precious gift of life.

I appreciate mine, but at the same time I feel like I don’t belong. I feel like I’ve done nothing with my life, sure I graduated NYU with top honors so what? It’s been three years since I’ve graduated, and now I’m twenty-six years old, with a Bachelor’s in Writing, and what do I have to show for it? If you call working full-time as a librarian with a boss that hates you and a staff of people who think they’re cooler than you because they achieved a Master’s instead of a Bachelor’s, then yea I’m living the dream.

Sometimes I just don’t feel like getting out of bed in the morning, and repeating the same routine. I feel like my life’s on auto-pilot and I can’t find the damn button to turn it off, Hell forget the off button, how about the moving forward button, at least speed my life up till I get to an interesting chapter in my life, if there is one. 

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