call it fate, call it karma | f.w book

[1] She's a Femme Fatale

"Yes mom, I'm fine" Miki sits on her chair, sipping her cup of tea. She looks out of her window, admiring her view while her mother continues to worry in her right ear.

"Please call me every week okay!" Her mother, Lisa, shouts into the phone — giving Miki a horrid reaction. She scrunches up her nose and her brows furrow. "Mooom.." she says into the phone.

"Sorry" she says in a lower tone, Miki can tell she's smiling through the line. "I'll go to bed. It's past my bedtime" her voice quiets down. "Goodnight, mother. I'll be okay, I promise" Miki looks at the sky.

The weather has been acting weird yet satisfying lately. Satisfying in a way that it's been cloudy and cold and then at night it'd be humid.

"Okay, I love you sweetheart" her voice dies down a bit and Miki ends the call. Miki and Lisa doesn't have a complicated relationship at all. Her mom isn't like those toxic alcoholic that manipulates her daughter but, she... let's say she's a little hard to talk to.

After Miki's father died, she's been growing distant with her. Like she's been glitching out of reality. Miki has been worried about her lately but she recently found someone and it really improved herself.

Not to mention the "I'm independent, I don't need a man" type, Miki is proud of her mother for accepting the help she needs.

These past couple of years has been really rough for Miki. But knowing that she's living in Paris has got her mental health problems fading. Like baggage, fading away.

She grabbed her coat laying on the couch and headed out of her apartment. Her apartment wasn't the neatest, considering she's just settling in but a small space was A-Ok for her. Atleast she's somewhere out of her boring hometown, right?

The walk to the subway was confusing. Usually her days in the city was always interesting, like new-born couples, or 5 star fancy restaurants being closed down and getting turned into a high class jewelry store.

But today seemed off. Like everyone was miserable. Like a superhero died and nobody knows what to do next.

Miki wasn't having this at all. She didn't move to Paris just to be depressed all over again. The thought of countless wishes of moving from that place every night when she was a child made her feel more confident in herself that she followed her dreams to study film in a beautiful city.

She didn't have any plans at all. Just wander around the streets. "God, what is this?" she mumbles to herself. "The weather is nice, I don't get why people are complaining or not paying attention to the stuff around them" she rolled her eyes in annoyance.

She suddenly felt like the main character in chic flick. No wait. A musical.

Her ideas about a now-made up movie was going insane in her head. How excited she is to be here. Finally.

The breeze of the wind swirled around her, making her hair get pushed back. Her skirt almost going above her butt. She immediately puts it back down before she fully exposes her ass.

This sudden happening made her annoyed or irritated. Seconds ago it was hot, hot enough to sweat under your cap and now there's a wave of strong wind out of nowhere.

She decided to take the subway. Maybe meet a friend. Watch two people fight about a seat. Start a conversation with an old woman wearing a big crocheted sweater.

Miki is different. Not saying it in a way like she's "not like other girls" but she handles her emotions differently. In an odd way.

When she's angry, upset, disappointed, annoyed, irritated, everything that a human can feel—she needs to do something. Nope, not to imagine having sex but she always needs to do something.