Ambre, Mon Coeur

I know he didn't just fall

Authors note: Don't be alarmed. You aren't missing anything, this is how I chose to start the story! Enjoy!!💕-Ruby

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AMBRE

Léo stood before me. The smile on his face was pleasing, kind. "So Ms. Dupont- or should I call you Ambre? what do you say? You in or you out?" I stood speechless. Disbelief coursing through my veins. "Um," I pondered.

Flashback:

"I have an important test so if you want me to drop you off at school you need to hurry up!" I have to yell at my sisters for them to hurry up Every day. Such slow pokes they are. I go into my littlest sister's room. Aimee to wake her up. She curls herself into a tighter ball when she hears me enter. I call her by her nickname and speak sweetly to her so she doesn't become angry.

French: "Meemee, bébé Tu dois te réveiller maintenant."//English: baby, you gotta wake up now.

Aimee stretches her small body before sitting up. I love my little sister. She was so kind and soft-spoken. Her dimples just like mine were so adorable. I believe she wore them better than me though. I didn't smile as much. The outcome of growing up too fast.

Aimee got out of bed. "Could you help me make my bed?" Aimee asked sweetly. And I couldn't say no. No matter how late I was going to be for my really important interview. So important I couldn't afford to miss it. I helped her anyway. When I stepped out of her room. I was met with the smell of cooking eggs and bacon. Anais. What would I do without her? Anais was the second born. She came after me and always helped me with everything. The two of us provided for Aimee and the twins. Alizee and Aliane are 13. Aimee is 8. Anais is 18 and I am 22.

"Morning sis!!" Anais boomed. "Bitch It's 7:00! Shut up" She laughed at my "sour" mood. This was how Anais and I communicated. Through curses and insults. She placed a steaming and heaping plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. I kissed her cheek as a thank you and dug in. I was in a soft fluffy food-induced heaven. When Loud stomping pulled me back into reality. ugh, loud-ass fuckers.

Alizee and Aliane ran down the stairs. And launched themselves into their chairs at the kitchen island. They were very identical save for the little beauty mark that was above Aliane's eyebrow. They were the same height they damn near had the same voice and their clothing style was always the same. Today they rocked baby blue high-topped converse. Black leggings and a baby blue hoodie. Their hair was In an identical puff bun. The tips were both temporarily died electric blue.

They were loud as hell but I loved them and their style. It was super cute. " Ya'll look cute or whatever. Anyway, I'm about to leave in 10 minutes so ya'll better be in the car or else I'm leaving without you. " Everyone nodded and started to get a move on. Aimee laced up her pink converse and asked me to give her two french braids. I looked at the time. 7:10. I had time so I hurriedly put her hair into 2 french braids. I didn't have time to braid it all the way down so I just gave her two puffs which she loved even more.

By 7:20 Everyone was situated and comfy in my old beat-up Toyota that my late loving parents gave me when I was 17. I pressed the gas pedal. Making sure to go fast but not enough to get a speeding ticket. I reach the school in no time. Alizee, Aliane, Aimee, and Anais yell their goodbyes as they run towards the school Aimee heading to elementary. Alizee and Aliane heading to middle school. And Anais heading to high school. The college I attended was a little farther from their school so I had to hurry up every morning. I wave at them for the last time before gunning down the road. A growl builds in my chest as the traffic light changes from yellow to red.

An old man with a nicely tailored suit and fancy cane starts to cross the street. The traffic light turns green. The cars behind me start to honk. Like. Crazy. " Aww fuck!" I start to get anxious. I had to be at the building at 8:00. The test started then. A car goes around me and zooms by the man, succeeding in knocking him down and breaking his cane into splinters. The man lands on his back. Hard. He doesn't get up. I gasp and quickly exit my car. I sprint towards him. And stop dead in my tracks, the man seemed to be struggling to breathe. The look of fear in his eyes must have been mirrored in mine as well because a silent tear slipped down his face and disappeared in his grey hair.

I hurriedly crouched near him. " Sir what is the matter? What's hurting? Is it your back?" He rasped at me and pointed to his chest. He wheezed on. He must have had all the air knocked out of him. "Quick sir you have to sit up and take deep breaths! Do it with me!?" I positioned him to sit up. My arm guarding his back. People started to crowd around. I heard voices on the phone calling the police for an ambulance. "Okay, sir breathe with me." I looked at the man in his eyes as he breathes. And I see him visibly calm down, as the air returned to his lungs.

He was adorable. I could tell that when he was younger he must have got all the girls. He smiled slowly and I returned the smile. "Beautiful lady, you are!" He complimented. I stayed with him as he continued to compliment me. From my extraordinarily colorful, bright, and shiny braids to my blue high-waisted slacks, white off-shoulder ruffle shirt, and blue velvet flats. Blood rushed to my face as I registered his compliments. " What's your name dear?" The man asked me. I assessed him before choosing that he wouldn't pose much threat. "My name is Ambre Dupont!" He nodded earnestly. The distant sound of the Ambulance pulled his gaze away from me.

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