1:23- Last Words of a shooting Star
It was him.
Our eyes met and I felt a shiver run down my spine, I was nervous.
Adrien's mouth began to open as he put his arm through the crowd and tried to break through, I suck in a deep breath and turn my head forward I picked up my pace as I see my parents' car in the distance. I didn't want to see him. I'm scared. Not yet just not yet, I turn my head softly to only see him signing pictures with a forced smile.
He looked different, I mean why wouldn't he it's about two years, his hair kissed his shoulders, he no longer looks like a tween, his soft cheeks were now sharp, his nose more defined, his shoulders more broad, he was much taller than before, well no wonder he's a model.
It felt weird, even though he looks so beautiful my brain had no reaction whatsoever, neither did my body, I didn't smile, I didn't feel my head become dizzy, nor did my mouth go dry.
He didn't feel like the person I was after for months on end.
He was just Adrien.
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I sat on my desk as I felt Tikki lie in my hand and letting out a heavy sigh "how are you feeling love?" she smiles softly to me as I look down at her.
I look at the blank cork board that once held all the pictures of my friends, Adrien, family, and sketches.
"Like this board," I barely said above a whisper.
It was blank.
I don't really know how to respond to this situation. I didn't feel like coming back home, but my parents missed me and wanted me to finish my last school year here, of course I protested. My heart shattered leaving China not even knowing if I was going to return, I mean I started a life there, I had friends, a martial arts teacher, my uncle was there who cooked for me and made me feel normal, I had my best friend there. I didn't want to leave especially with how sudden it was, I couldn't say a proper goodbyes, my instructor seemed confused and had to quickly fix everything before I left, my friends were all in a competition I didn't attend due to having a break my uncle asked for me. When I look back on it, he knew a week before I had to leave, I should've known, sometimes he would look at me while we ate at dinner and almost started to cry, little did I know my parents booked me a flight back home to Paris. No one was able to say their goodbyes, I cried the whole way back realizing that I wasn't ready, I wasn't ready to face anything with this life, I'm still weak.
I felt my eyes water s Tikki nudged more into my hand as she began to hum a small tune that reminded me of the song I heard on the way back.
"I'm not sure about this."
"Why not try it out again? Hang out with Alya even Chloe, let her take you shopping to let out some steam, try to go to the fabric shops around here and find something, make anything," she patted my hand as I nod softly.
"I couldn't give them a proper goodbye," I let the tears fall "Master, my teammates, my uncle, my friends, Anthony."
"I'm sure they all understand love."
I grab the boxes my dad brought earlier as I began to unpack trying to stop myself from having a panic attack, I took out all my clothes and folded them lightly into my drawers, hanging the rest of my dresses on a rack in the corner of my room, I take out all my trinkets from another box as I place them at my desk remembering every memory of them, I hand the fairy lights my uncle bought back in China before reaching my photos, I slowly take out each one of my polaroid pictures and pinning them on the blank board. That's what I did for the next few hours just sit in my room as Tikki fell asleep in my pillow, playing Last Words of a Shooting Star.
