Deep waters

Chapter 12

"ah- about myself." He says and puts a tip of his finger on his lips.

Is he nervous? Another trait that it's hard to believe.

Did i ask it in a wrong way? I mean, i would also get nervous if i would have to blatantly start to tell about myself.

"I...well i grew up in Tupelo. My family, we weren't very wealthy...in fact quite the contrary."

"I wanted to do everything that i can to help my mama and daddy. We really lived like hand to mouth, every penny we earned had to be used for the living." He looks deep in thought as he tells me.

Who would've guessed that someone so popular, have had an early life like that.

"But despite how difficult times it was, it was still surrounded by love." He smiles faintly.

I can tell that it's not easy for him to talk about his childhood. He almost holds himself, like being cautious of how much he wants to share but at the same time he seems like he wants to get everything out.

"But, that is the most important thing right? That you felt love in those difficult times." I say quietly.

He nods. "Especially from my mama.

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"I don't know, Memphis has always been like home-home. But now being here — or there for good, it's a big change." I look at him.

"You've grown up there, and you were 12 when you moved to Paris?"

"Yes." I nod.

"What was you're life like in there?" He says leaning into his hand.

"Well like i said earlier we lived in Paris for about..."

"No..." he stops me. "I mean in Memphis?" If i didn't know him any better he wouldn't want to know about my life in Paris.

I raise my eyebrows and look down for a moment. " Oh, w-i went to the Kingsbury elementary school. And then...it's hard to describe what my life was like, in certain ways it was better than in France because i had a one friend who was my best friend. Then moving to another continent it's difficult. Going to school into class without understanding a word of French. "

"It was okay. I was much of loner as a child, i had a one friend who i was close to. We would go to horseback riding and i started to enjoy more about horses company than people's." I laugh slightly. What a time that was.

"Do you still ride?" He's eyes twinkle into excitement.

"I do, it was actually one of things that helped me to settle in Paris. We would go with my mother regurlarly to the ranch where they would have the newborn's and i immediately knew that "yeah, this is for me."" I smile as the memories of the farm comes to my mind, it was maybe the most beautiful farm i've ever seen. It's strange that at the same time you think that when you ride you are alone but at the same time there's an animal — a horse that carries you along the earth.

"I love also riding." He eyes on me, waiting on my reaction.

"You do?" I raise my eyebrows. Funny to believe that we have something in common.

"Oh yeah, it's great way to relax and at the same time you feel like...flying?" He squints thinking the right word.

"I completely agree." I nod.

He looks at me and i feel the butterlies flicker in my stomach. I wonder if he feels the same way.

Of course not, my subconscious speaks. What an idiot honestly.