Second Chapter: far beyond thought- Labels P.O.V.

 I sat in the coffee bean reading the directions for the Cappuccino maker, when the server called my name. I had ordered a, Nonfat double shot cappuccino, that i would never drink, but instead, inhale the sweet nectars of the earths fine juices. Tonight was the night to look for her. I didn't know who she was, or where she is, i just knew that if i didn't find her soon, i wouldn't remember that there was a her. By the time the smell of coffee had gone threw my system in a number of pointless times, it was already dinner time and i had, had enough of the evil eye from the manager, so i picked up my jacket and threw the cup of mocha in the trash with no last regrets. As i opened the door, i bumped into an old friend of mine, Porter. " So, I still see your living in your fantasy human world, Label..." Porter said. As she stared at me with those dark  brown eyes, from many different coats of mascara and eyeliner that hadn't come off after cleaning, i laughed at her, laughed in an uncontrollable way. " Porter, porter, porter... You are calling me the day dreamer? You spend all your days locked up in the smoke filled bars flirting your black heart out, until some guy feels sorry enough to take you home and shut you up. Than you spend all his money, because you think that taking advantage of a guy won't cause him anything, just because your beautiful. You live like theirs no tomorrow! News-flash bitch, we are immortal! We live for ages, filled with grief, misery, and regret!" i yelled. The shock in her face told me i had done what i had hoped for, which was to trample her mentally. As she stood there processing what i had thrown in her face, i stormed back to my apartment to get ready for night classes at MU. As i made my way home, i saw the shimmer of the palest, prettiest, ghostly creature i had ever seen. She would have looked like an angel, except for her emotional status. She looked hurt on the inside and out, as if she had lost something years ago and was still attempting to find it without any luck or hope. Before i could stop my feet, i was following her down Bentwood street. As i followed her i noticed old tenements, about to get torn down into newly built and furnished condos. On the left hand side of the street was an old wooden bench, worn down from all the thousands of pedestrians wishing to take a rest. But before she sat down, she shook with a force that was thought to be a spasm attack. I ran to help her, but seconds later she was lost, in time, in space, as if she were in a trance. I had to speak to her, and i didn't know why...