Run to You

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Bye papa-" I said as got outside the car to get inside the airport.

June 3rd, 2010, was the day I left my home to come to New york.

June 1st, 2010

"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday, happy birthday to Jennifer"- my parents and sister sang while coming into my room holding a cake.

April 23rd, 2010

"Papa! Rosie! Look, I got in! I got in!!!" I screamed in joy after learning out that I got admitted to my favorite university.

April 30th, 2010

"Here is your ticket, you're leaving on June 3rd," Papa said in an almost bitter tone, he was sad I was leaving and he had all rights to be, after mum, me, and Rosie were the only ones beside papa.

"I love you, papa!" I shouted as I hugged him, with the burst of laughter that came out of his mouth made me relieved.

July 10th, 2021 (present)

"Jennie? Jennie?! Wake up!" - I got startled as I heard my best friend shouting my name. "I'm okay Liz"

"Oh that's good, I had no idea what happened to you, I was so worri-" not letting her finish I checked my watch and saw that it was time to go. "Let's go, Liz"

And that's how I have been living in New York for the past 11 years.... After completing my graduation I decided to stay back and told papa I would visit Paris often, and that is what I have been doing. I love Paris, I was born there and lived half my life there but there is something about New York City that doesn't let me leave. Rosie decided to stay in Paris and study fashion.

Walking through the same streets, enjoying the city that never sleeps. I live in my one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan, it's a very accessible area with everything close to it. 

The same receptionist greets me every afternoon as I come back from the coffee shop. I see the neighbor living 5 floors down taking her Christian Dior bag and going to her office, I take the elevator to run through the same hallway and open my door. The scent of cedarwood fills my apartment and my feet start to move forward as I open my windows to be greeted with a view I'd get mesmerized with no matter how many times I see it.

Keeping my bag down, I dance through the wooden floors to go to the washroom and freshen up, making a cup of iced coffee, I sit down at my table to write.

I have been writing since I was in Paris as that was the only way I could communicate, I was pretty bad at communicating with people because everyone would judge whatever I used to say so my only way of communicating became my words because I knew that no matter what my notebook and pen won't betray or judge me, they'll always be there just listening.

I wrote until midnight as I finally decided to make dinner and prepare myself for the next day...

July 11th, 2021

I woke up to another calming day with the sound of raindrops dripping from my window, it's raining and the day couldn't be better. Rain in New York means you have to walk around all day with an umbrella. I finish my morning routine to wear a cozy sweater and pants... it seems chilly today.

By borrowing an umbrella from the lobby, I take my white Chanel purse and almost run to Starbucks.