Your Tricks Won't Make Me Fall (OHSHC)

Chapter 28: The Confusing Girl

Saturday morning was a treacherous one. As I prepared for the day, all I really wanted to do was kick and scream and fight. My flight left in a mere 5 hours.

My life would be changed forever. How do you deal with something like that? Everything I've ever known was about to be ripped apart. My life will be changed forever.

What exactly is Paris like? Is it as beautiful as everyone says? When you walk down the streets, do you feel the love radiating from people? Could I find love there?

Maybe I could call Tamaki and ask him what it feels like. I don't have to tell him that I'm going to Paris, I can say that I'm planning a trip. Yeah, I'll call him before my flight, in the bathroom or something.

These thoughts haunt my mind as I slug around my room, collecting all my photos and my final belongings. My figure skating outfits were all packed up; I was thinking about heading to the rink every now and then while I was in Paris.

It seemed like a good idea to me. Nobody in France knows who I am, they don't know my history, nor do they know who I have been. All they will ever know is what I will become. People I meet may wish to know my past, but I will not allow them to.

I could became anyone, and nobody can stop me. I will be living in an upscale apartment complex by myself, nobody telling me when it was time to eat, to do my syllabus, or anything else.

Freedom.

The only thing in my life that is still stable in my world is my job; Yuzuha wants me to model for the French branch of her company.

"Are you ready to leave, Miss Roromiya?" The small voice of my maid Mei squeaks to me, asking me this for the last time.

"Yes, my fine lady! I am perfectly okay!" A cheery voice is forced out of me.

"Oh, you must be so excited to move to Paris and live on your own!"

"I most certainly am, Mei."

"My sweet little Mistress! You grew up so quickly, right before my eyes!"

It's true. Mei has been more of a parent to me then my own parents have ever been. She was there for me since I was a baby. Mei is amazing.

"Thank you, Mei." I whisper as I stand in the foyer.

"For what?"

"For being there. For watching over me."

"Like a hawk." She adds.

We both break out in giggles. That was another thing that was 100% true. When I was doing my homework, she was like a teacher. If my phone was out of my bag for a second, it was gone.

She would have been a good mother; She could still be a mother, if she wanted to. It's not like she's too old.

She presses her lips to my forehead. "Call me if you ever need anything, my dear." Her whisper is like the feeling of silk on skin.

"Thank you." My voice is a mere whimper.

I want to cry, kick, scream, but mostly, I feel like I want to throw up. I'm not ready, not ready for any of this.

How old am I?

16.

Am I too young to live on my own in a different country?

Yes.

Will I do it anyway?

Yes.

Why will I do it?