Finish the Story Contest - WEEK #18: MY OWN SUBMISSION😍

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This is my own completion or submission for the Contest. Okay, before you'd read this submission maybe you should read the beginning part for the Contest.

Fervent feeling roused in her as she was seated in the single bed and she drew closer with sore determination squeezing up the bridge of her cold nose the wooden stool and sighed deeply. As she was skimming the details on the resignation form, she reached with her right hand to retrieve the ball pen under her flatter and rougher pillow. Then she began to write bracing her forehead with her left hand, it was her usual early morn headache coupled with thinking out loud on what will come next after submitting the form.

She had an old bike. The one tipped her when she was still in the high school by her grandpa. After taking brief moments taking her bathe; she packed backwards her blonde hair making it into one short bun. She had another peep through her thin long window to acknowledge the weather proper. Suddenly, she rushed down the window and shot it angrily. She felt who would care what she wore or how she looked. Taking the community into cognizance no more couldn't be underemphasized. No creams to her body nor make-up to make her look foregrounded. She reached out for her underwear and went straight to the edge of her wooden bed to wear her jeans to one side on the floor, topped it with her loosed-neck crew neck sweater and wore her flip-flops.

The form was folded into four places and was stacked into the sweater's chest pocket. She pushed the bicycle forward, outside and pedalled it forward to seal her fate. She wobbled into the office, everybody had no choice but to borrow her some seconds as to know what she was up to. She looked not to her right nor to her left. She pulled the door to her boss's office, threw the letter on his big tummy and left wobbling by as she came.

Blubbering somberly, she sped straight to her bike and pedalled it forwards to the direction of her house on the bicycle lane. The more she pedalled forwards the increased her blubbering -- her face was filled with tears, somehow her bun got loosed and her blond hair flew across her tear-filled face. She sped off the bicycle lane and was hit by a taxi to the sidewalk. He immediately packed and rushed down and helped her and her broken bicycle up into the taxi. She cared for her to the nearest hospital. He stood by her until she'd be conscious enough so as to apologize.

They had their first date night at his house. It was odd to the forty years old gentleman. But it was her choice. There they sat and exchange in details how life was tearing them apart before they met and began mending each other. It was then three months when she got hit by him thanks to their good karma. Meanwhile, she was healthy and happy in his harms; worked at a better establishment with better pays and caring colleagues.
© Jodekss

I appreciate you so much for the opportunity given @f3nix. Much heart ♥... 😍
Kudos to you @calluna for the picturesquely woven starting part of this fiction. More muse to thy elbow. 😉