love runs out

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Cleo

"Are you ready to live in the big ass city?" Asks my brother casually joking. "I surely am," I tell him. He nods and he looks once to my mom who's almost crying. Im not that far away right, I mean they still can visit me.

"Mom, please don't me sad," I whispered softly and she smiled.

"You're such a sweetheart. Enjoy Amsterdam," she says and pull me into a hug. "Im gonna miss you too mommy. But everything will be fine. You can always contact Mick," i say. "Yeah, you right," she smiles and my brother pulls me into a hug. "Gonna miss your stupid jokes," he jokes and I roll my eyes. "You're funny," I mutter annoyed.

"The train to Amsterdam from platform 5, will be leaving over 5 minutes," says the lady over an loudspeaker.

"You need to go like now," he says quickly and wants me to go away. "Bro, don't worry," I laugh and give my mom one more big hug. "Call me if you're there in your new appartement. Would love to see it," she says and I nod. I grab my suitcases and slowly walk away from my family. I feel a tear rolling down over my cheek to my shirt, shit was quite not what I was expecting. I thought I would not cry. I run upstairs on the stairs to the right platform, right before the doors are closing I get in the train and I see my mom still waving. She's the best.

You may ask, where are you going?

Well, I'm going to live in Amsterdam.

I always wanted to live in a big city and my mom lives in a little town somewhere not very known in the Netherlands called Collenhoorn, Overijssel. My mom finally accept my proposal to leave Collendoorn and live somewhere else. Officially I'm from France, my both parents are french. My parents unfortunately separated not long after I was born. I never saw them together like normal kids sees their parents. Anyhow my dad moved back to Saint Tropez, where my roots are and my mom stayed in the Netherlands. My dad never liked the Netherlands a lot, he has difficulties with the language and people I guess. But I also think he's too stubborn to change, like all French people are. Example, refusing to talk English..

I'm sitting relaxed in the train and looking outside to the beautiful weather, it's not bad weather though. Luckily, Netherlands has sometimes really shit weather while my dad has almost every day sun. Kind of jealous. My biggest reason I moved from Collendoorn to Amsterdam is because of my job. I'm a starting nurse and in Amsterdam there were more possibilities than around Zwolle, biggest city in Overijssel.

But mainly the reason is Mick.

Mick is my boyfriend and gosh I love that boy so much. His job is literally a model and he's freaking drop ass gorgeous. It's crazy how hot this men can look sometimes.. wondering how I get a men like him next in my bed every night, hold him in my arms.

I haven't seen him in a while, because of our both busy lives. So I just can't wait to spend waaay more time with him now. My bestfriend Ava, who I went to the same school, highschool lives nowadays also in Amsterdam and I could live with her. Her offering was so sweet. Even though she has a boyfriend, that's very short though. She need me tell more details about him yet, I don't know him. I would love to meet him and look if he's good for my bestie.

The trains stops somewhere and luckily it's not Amsterdam yet. This trains only stopt at Amsterdam South, so I asked Mick if he could pick me up there. I don't know exactly where Ava's appartement is. We will see, beyond any other feelings i'm fcking hyped to boost my career in my job and have a successfully relationship.

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"This is Amsterdam South, you can step over to Amsterdam Central, leaving 13.44 platform 3, Hoofddorp, leaving 13.57 platform 2 and Utrecht, leaving 14.05 platform 4. Don't forgot to check out and don't forgot to take your personal stuff with you. Like I said Amsterdam South people," says the voice randomly in the train. I stand up and grab my suitcase with me. Standing stil in a row of people, waiting for the train to stop.