It was meant

Paris time

Sixteen years old, I just entered at one of the best art schools from the whole Europe, which was in Paris, the town of love and art.

 I had to wake up at 5am, my flight was at 7am, I had to get all things ready, to say goodbye from everybody and just forget and leave all my life and memories behind, all over again.

 I was thrilled, I was having a weird feeling in my stomach, I was petrified by everything that was happening around me. I was slowly walking to the local airport after my dad dropped me off, I was ready to get the fly to France. For the first time in my life I was finally ready to give myself a big risk for my own happiness.

I was in the waiting in the airport, I was having the three big bags around me with two other backpacks on my left and right hand. I saw it was already 6am, I had to go in the line so the security could have checked my bags, I got in, opened my phone and started waiting patiently.

 While they were looking thru my things, a very tall person with a lilac hair color, and very eccentric way of dressing started yelling at one of the security guards after the big metal detectors started beep-ing when they tried to go thru them. I looked at them weirdly, we made eye contact and something like a sword has stabbed my back from behind. I was out of breathe for some seconds, my heart skipped a beat and my brain lost all its thoughts, the only thought was about the mysterious lilac-dyed hair person who's name I didn't know.

The security wasn't done checking all my bags, I closed my phone and put it in the pocket of my jeans. I started thinking a bit about what just happened. I analyzed in a way all that happened. The facial expression this person had seemed familiar, but I couldn't be so sure if my brain was just making things up or not as the sight of their face was just for two, maybe three seconds. No explication how they seemed this familiar or why the pain in my back appeared as I saw them, I had no clue what happened but I was feeling weirded out. It felt how like I've known them for a life but in the same time like we were strangers. I didn't pay much attention to it, got my bags and leisurely walked thru the big doors of metal.

 The plane's doors opened, I stepped on the first stair, then I felt a big pain my chest hearing a voice telling me I forgot one of my backpacks, it indeed was the person I just saw in the security room. Their voice... I got fast flashbacks of unclear memories. I politely thanked them, grabbed the backpack and got into the plane... I put all my things in the luggage room. I put up the two backpacks and just got my sit next to the window. I put my headphones on and started listening to my favorite spotify playlist. I closed my eyes and fell asleep...
 I wake after not even thirteen minutes, I opened my eyes just to see the lilac-haired person sitting right next to me. I got scared, smiled and said a little

  Hi!

, they answered... another chest pain, a terrible one this time, hit my body as I heard for the second time their voice. I was so confused why my brain did that to me and how was this one singular person so familiar to me. I was forgetting something which I genuinely just couldn't remember.
I decide not to care too much, again. I started scrolling thru tiktok and still thinking about this person, who was just sitting right next to me and who was giving me so much pain with just a word.

'' maybe I fell in love... ''

 I thought to myself.

''But why was love so painful?''

, I thought to myself again. Some other flashbacks hit hard into my memory. I blinked twice just to get my mind focused on the present, put on a podcast and fell asleep. After around three hours of flying, the wheels of the plane have got on the ground finally. The big metal doors opened and the sun what has just raised an hour ago was inviting me to get off the plane.

 I woke up after the mysterious person has gently punched me

 '' Hi I'm uhm sorry for waking you up but the plane just erm landed and we should get off uh...''

 they said with anxiety in their voice. I thanked them and got up from my sit, took my backpacks, got my luggage and started walking to the bus which was waiting for the students and not only. I put my luggage in the back again, took a sit and waited to get in the center of Paris.