SCARLET'S POV•••
I placed the last box on the floor and wiped the sweat off of my forehead. I looked out of the giant glass window, and admired the city from above.
Because of how dark it was I could see every building lit up. My gaze shifted up towards the night sky and I smiled. As a photographer I have always had a keen eye for things like the stars.
I'm more than excited to explore this city and capture beautiful moments.
This was a big move for me especially because this will be the first time I'm living alone. I lived with my mom all of my life, and I never thought I'd ever leave her side. Yet, here I am in New York City.
I had arrived from the airport only about an hour or two ago, and had been moving things into the apartment for the past thirty minutes.
It wasn't a lot, but for one person like me- boy did It make me want to give up and just throw it all away.
I took a glance at the view one last time before I started unpacking.
This is going to take forever.
Three hours later...
My phone rung awakening me. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Everything was placed in their respective spots, meaning that I must've slept after finishing unpacking.
I yawned and reached for the phone, sliding the green button over without checking who had called.
"Hello." I croaked out while standing up.
"Did you make it okay?" my mom's voice came through the phone.
"Shit." I mumbled, "Yeah, sorry I fell asleep."
"That's great, sweetie. You had me worried." she sighed.
I placed my phone on the bed after tapping the speaker button.
"Sorry about that. It's pretty late though so I'm gonna start getting ready for bed." I dug through the dresser and pulled out panties and an oversized shirt.
"Alright, keep me updated and stay safe."
I softly smiled and picked up the phone, "Of course. Goodnight, I love you."
"I love you too."
The phone beeped and I placed it on the charger. I took a quick shower and hopped into bed, immediately falling asleep when my face hit the sheets.
***
My eyes slowly fluttered open and I groaned.
I got just barely any sleep last night thanks to my neighbors. They were so loud that even my pillow couldn't muffle the noises.
I threw the warm blanket off of my body and groggily stood up. When I entered the bathroom I took a quick glance at myself in the mirror.
My hazel eyes were low, but luckily no dark circles were present. My curly brown hair was thrown into a bun, a few curls lay on top of my tan complexion.
I loved the person that looked back in the reflection.
She had come so far.
I'm proud to say that a new chapter of my life will be starting today.
I went back into the room and grabbed my speaker and phone. I turned on both of the devices and connected them before clicking one of my playlists on Spotify. I sat them on the counter and stripped out of my clothes. I hummed along to a few girl in red songs as I washed and rinsed off my body.
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Hitman Lover
RomanceRaven Young, twenty-five year old hitman. Her resting bitch face and cold demeanor says all that she wants you to know about her. Scarlet Flanning, a twenty-three year old photographer who just moved to NYC. She's kind, adventurous, and sometimes s...