My Worst Love(II)°

It was bad enough that I was rusticated, I didn't have a place to stay, neither did I have any family to go to. Well not in this state.

I passed the night on the streets and contacted home but my relatives were not on this planet. They had moved. And I had no money to travel to where they were.

I was in the midst of contemplating living on the streets when I was handed a flyer by someone. It was a lady, a woodland elf as well.

I asked her to please read out the details as I was visually impaired and couldn't read.

The flyer was a vacancy flyer. I rushed after her and applied.

Surprisingly I was given the job.

I began working there, slowly saved enough money and rented a cheap apartment to stay in for the mean time.

Time passed and I heard feeds of my colleagues debuting their artworks, my heart wrenched at the thought of being kicked away from my life's work. I had put everything into my studies and my art.

"Move it, batsy, there's a customer go tend to her"

And as if my sufferings weren't enough I was being pushed around by my seniors here. They would often swap orders I received to have the customers embarrass me or make me attend to customers that had already been attended to.

"Hello, do you need anything else?"

No response.

"..um, I didn't quite catch your response"

A whiff of energy whizzed past me, anger.

I had pissed off a customer but that thought flew past me.

It was her.

The bitch whose energy Faelan was always covered in.

Why was she here?

Had she tracked me down and planned to humiliate me?

My heart thumped in my chest as I felt her stare into my soul

What sort of a cursed fate did I have?