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Chapter 15 - Regret

Y/N

15 hours later, I finally arrived.

The flight wasn't that bad, and though I'd slept almost the whole time, I was still exhausted. Not only exhausted, but annoyed. Mostly because my seat was uncomfortable, and the old lady sitting beside me kept reading her magazines out loud—as if she was announcing a speech to the public at a campaign.

There was a point I was so bored that I decided to listen to what she was reading, it was quite fascinating. To be honest, I wanted to grab that magazine from her and read it myself.

Did you know that the amount of cells you produce in 15 seconds is more than the population in the United States? That's awesome. Every second, your body produces 25 million new cells.

This makes me miss my Science class, along with Caleb asking me for my opinion on his pick-up lines for his crush.

Anyways, I reserved a room at a small hotel; I'm to check in at 16:00. It was currently 14:30. Not bad, not bad.
I might as well start going about the city since I have time.

Northern France was still the same as ever. I've missed it so much—the sweet, attracting aroma of pastries and sweets by-passers can immediately catch on which makes them turn back around to find the boulangerie it's coming from as they walk along the streets... the quick French greetings being said as one passes by someone they've encountered before, the sight of pigeons every corner you pass, I've missed it all.

"Y/n?! Is that you?" A thick, oddly familiar French accent calls from the side.

Turning to my left, I see a brunette man rushing towards me, forgetting about the world around him, very soft, gentle, familiar eyes lighting up with a glint flashing through them.

I immediately recognize the face, realizing it's Rehan, one of my dearest family-friends whom I've known since I was of my early teenage years.

I smile and eagerly wrap my arms around the slightly taller man, bringing him into a tight hug. He pulls away and puts his hands on the side of my shoulders, his eyes dramatically tearing up.

"Y/n! It's really you!" He exclaims, hugging me again. "Salut! Salut Salut Salut, Comment ça va, cherie?"

"Bonjour Rehan! Ça va bien, merci; vous?"

"Bien! What are you doing here?! Deedn't you move to United Kingdom?"

"Mhm, I did but I'm back for Spring Break."

He nods. "Oh okay. I'm happy you're back! Thell me, how'd you like England?" He asks as we reel along the street, walking slowly on the side to get out of rushing pedestrians' paths.

"It's... quite pretty.. Extremely huge, I still need it to grow on me, you know?"

"Ahhh, I see." He says as he notices my half-lazy tone. "You're not a London girl at all, huh?"

"You could say that. But it's okay, I'll get used to it."

"You will." Rehan rises his left arm and glances at his worn out watch. "I hate to break up the conversation but I have to get home. Fiancé's waiting. Au revoir,
Y/n." He hugs me before walking away.

"A plus tard, Rehan." I wave at him before walking away as well.

I frowned to myself as we split in our own ways. I wish he'd been able to talk longer, I'd missed him so much.
He used to be my neighbor before I left, a really nice family-friend. I met him through Dad. We were excessively close, Noah looked up to him as well. He was almost like another father figure, or even uncle.