She longed for something, but she did not know what.
She was intelligent, and resourceful, capable of managing the multitudinous tasks that comprised her convoluted existence. Yet, those traits had not served to lessen the burdens she bore. If anything, she was compelled by her competence to assume more. She was numbingly tired. And, she longed for something, but she did not know what.
She first saw him from a distance. It was not love at first sight. It was nothing so pretty or delicate as that; more like a lightening strike through her synapses; a flash flood through her core. He entered her existence by exiting the building across the street from where she sat, sipping her confectionary cup of fluff descended from what was once coffee, and he was her epiphany—a walking, breathing, external awakening in a charcoal suit and shockingly white shirt.
The strength of his stride, the set of his jaw, the intensity of his eyes; every visible nuance about him conveyed a sense of resolute purpose, of confidence, and competency. She saw, she thought to herself, a man—an unfiltered, uncompromised, and unapologetic Alpha—perhaps for the first time in her memory. He raised his hand, extending two long, perfect fingers, and it was her world that stopped along with the car he had summoned. He glanced for the briefest of moments in her general direction, entered the vehicle, and as quickly as he entered her world, he was gone.
Her existence rebooted. She felt the scope of her awareness re-expanding, and heard again the sounds of the coffee shop and its patrons surrounding her. And, more than ever before, she longed for something.
Her longing had coalesced and found both its purpose and objective. She longed for freedom; for release from every burden she bore, but mostly from constraints she herself imposed; constraints that barred her from running to him when she first saw him.
She longed for something; but, she did not long for him. She longed only to be his.