The Wrong Person

The Wrong Person

Chapter 1: A New Beginning

The short story has a few chapters, yes it will be a love story but along with this, you will learn certain life lessons too. The story has been named “The Wrong Person”. Here you will know after a few chapters who the wrong person really is. Till then keep reading guys!

Holding your hand in mine, while feeling the cold breeze. The only thing I craved for at this moment was your warmth. I could feel your heartbeat while walking with you. Every moment with you was like a dream. Walking on the beach and hearing the waves with him was something I think every girl of my age wished for. We sat down near the water, just to spend a couple of more moments together. We kept looking into each other’s eyes. It was like we had to say something but we didn’t have words to say it. 

He held me close into his arms. Where my head was on his chest. And I could hear his heartbeat. His heartbeat was raising fast. His hands were shivering with cold. That’s when I held his hands in mine. I could feel him hugging me against his chest. It was like these moments were for just a while. They were going to end soon but we wanted to spend these moments being close to each other.  

I kept looking at him, just to hear if he was ready to talk about something. But he wasn’t. He looked at me with a cute smile and then took me back into an even tighter hug. The only thing I wanted right now was to live in this moment without thinking about anything else. But the night had to come to an end sooner or later.

It was the time to part ways for our better future. Since I was into fashion, I planned on going to USA to pursue my career. While he was more into business, His family was rich and more into business. To expand his business he had to shift to France. Parting ways wasnt an easy thing to do right now.

But I believe that to pursue your dreams you need to take some difficult decisions!. Thats what life is all about. And thats what me and jason decided to do. We were leaving on the same day so that it would be easy to part ways.

It was almost midnight, when we realised that it was time to leave for the airport. We held each other tight for the very last time. Yes we were sad and heartbroken. But we were satisfied that atleast we were going away from each other for a better future.

Letting go of each other at the airport was tough, I kept on looking behind just to see him before its time to depart. The flight was a long one i could say. Reached USA around 12 am. This is when I stepped into a new beginning of my life. USA was so beautiful, the palm trees and big buildings. The people around me and everything was amazing.

A close friend of mine samantha, came to pick me up from the airport. I was going to live with her until i didnt find a place of my own. Samantha has been my childhood friend. We both decided to pursue fashion designing together. And here we are. In our new apartment, It was a really small place with one room and a big lounge. But it was super close to our college at least.

The next day, was the first day of college admissions. Samantha went along with me for the admissions. But as soon as we reached their, she found a few of her old friends. I didnt want to disturb her. And i simply didnt want to interact with these people either. I was a shy person and i wasnt a social freak either. I continued on walking towards the admission office. When I bumped into a guy and dropped my files too. Well he helped me with picking up my stuff. And asked me whether I was new. I told him I was a new student here and it was my first day. He helped me with the admissions and everything.

But you know what we talked so much and i hardly got time to ask his name even. You all might want to know more about the guy that would be in the other chapter.whether this guy is the wrong person or not. But Im sure you all will love this life story. It will be all about what an influence a wrong person brings in your life.

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