Part 1: Chance | Marco + Sasha
The wind caressed her face as a million emotions engulfed her heart. Fear, excitement, melancholy-- the medley of extremities distracted her from the growing traffic. This was the first time she had ever left Dauper; which validated her emotions. After much contemplation, Sasha was leaving behind her beloved village and farm to attend university in Trost. Her aspirations drove her far, and even though she never considered herself as a bright person, her curiosity unlocked many opportunities... And living in Trost was one of them.
She has heard many stories about the prosperous city, but has never been there herself. The thought of city lights, busy streets and tall buildings fueled the excitement that was burning so brightly in her heart.
She must have dozed off because when she woke, her father had already parked their old pickup truck in front of a new flat in which she would live for the time being. She smiled nervously at her beloved father and exited the vehicle where she began unloading her belongings from the tray. Unlocking her new home, which her father had tried so hard to secure, a wave of new emotions swept over her. Again, she was excited but also very afraid. Sasha despised solitude and the thought of having to spend her time alone here was almost depressing. Her father, whom she is very close to, understood this and pulled her into an encouraging embrace to which she replied with a smile and one of her own. The day was spent on cleaning and arranging the small flat.
~ One month later ~Â
Her father had returned to Dauper after he was sure she had adapted to the new life. Lectures began in a week but the university was opened for new students to tour. Slipping on casual clothes and a jacket, Sasha left her home and traveled to the university by public transport. Amidst the crowd of new faces, she met many who were nice enough to extend their welcome to her. The day disappeared quite quickly and soon the sun was on the verge of setting.
Knowing that she had barely eaten a proper lunch, Sasha decided to visit a restaurant on her way home. Her part-time job at a local bakery had earned a sufficient amount of money which meant she could generally be able to supply for herself and not rely on her father's minimal income. She was smiling brightly as her eyes skimmed over the information sheets.
However, as she walked with hands full of brochures and information about clubs and events, a young man who was sprinting around the corner ran straight into her. Stumbling to the ground, her palms collided with the rough pavement and blood seeped from the small cuts.
"S-sorry.."
