The next day, I was strolling through the park with my friend. We were feeding bread to the birds and watching the clouds reflect on us as they slowly glide in the sky, the small chipmunks disappearing into nature the moment they see us, and looking at the Eiffel Tower in the distance as it vanishes into the shadows. As I'm sitting down on the bench and eating ice-cream with May, she pointed out how she was concerned about me. She sounds a lot like Andre-Claude...
"What do you mean you're concerned about me?" I said in a surprising tone. She looked at me and smiled, "Do you ever consider the fact that you're...um...lonely?"
"No. I'm fine." I said. I stood up and offered my hand to her. "Let's go home okay?" She took my hand and stood up, and we started walking.
I've known May since elementary school. Our first conversation was about rainbows, and how colorful and transparent they were, like herself. She had the brightest personality, yet no one talked to her nor noticed her. I felt bad, and I offered my friendship to her. She looked at me surprisingly, then she gave me the biggest smile I've ever seen. Since then, we started talking. Then it led to actual conversations and visiting each other's houses. I surprised myself that I remembered everything we did when we were young. Before Hope, she was the closest friend I had until she graduated and went to ParisTech that fall. I stayed in my home state, and enrolled in the School of Visual Arts in Manhattan. Since then, I lived my young adult life there, and I've video chatted with May once in a while.
We arrived back to the house, and May had already ran to the fridge. She was some kind of eater, but I was used to it when we were still in our hometown.
"LUNA! COME INTO THE KITCHEN!" She yelled out. I was frightened by how loud she was, but like I said, I was used to it.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I have a surprise for you!!!" She said while having pound cake in her mouth.
"What surprise?"
"We're going to an Art festival this Saturday! There's going to be music, art activities, food, and cute boys...but mostly food." She chuckled. It sounds a lot of fun, until she mentioned cute boys. I wouldn't mind to meet someone new in this country, but I felt like she was setting me up to find a boyfriend for me.
A boy isn't going to expand my horizons....I kept saying to myself.
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The Naive Urban
Short StoryShort story of a young adult who wants to go everywhere she dreamed was possible. She soon realizes that it takes more than believing and fantasizing to actually achieve her dreams.
