𝐆𝐞𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 ➺ 𝐵𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝑀𝒶𝓎/𝒬𝓊𝑒𝑒𝓃

𝟐𝟓 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭

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Hello loves! New update for you all! As always, please let me know what you think about the story's progression, what your stance is on Maria and Brian, where you think it's going to go, etc.. As a writer, my motivation comes from the reaction to my content, and comments and engagement really help me get these out! 

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I think that's it! I hope you enjoy this chapter. 

C. Bijou x

Trigger warnings: Eating disorder talk, and *sniff sniff* drug use. 

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~ bittersweet ~

February 1975 – Covent Garden, London

My heart pounded in my chest as I settled into a charming white metal chair, its vintage elegance a perfect complement to the lively ambience of Covent Garden. Despite the crowds and the occasional cacophony, there was an undeniable allure to this vibrant district.

Covent Garden, a place I rarely frequented due to its bustling nature, unfolded before me like a grand stage. The narrow streets teemed with a colourful mélange of shops, their facades adorned with ornate detailing that hinted at a rich history. The air buzzed with the excitement of both locals and visitors, as if each corner held a hidden treasure waiting to be discovered.

As I sat at the quaint café, the aromas of freshly brewed coffee and delectable pastries mingled in the air, enticing passerby to pause and indulge. The sounds of street performers, their melodies weaving through the atmosphere, added an enchanting soundtrack. People from all walks of life strolled by, their fashion choices ranging from bohemian chic to suave and sophisticated.

Covent Garden's charm extended beyond its physical appearance. There was an intangible energy in the air, a sense of community and shared experiences that transcended the mere coexistence of individuals. Conversations flowed freely, laughter filled the cobblestone streets, and connections were formed between strangers as if by serendipity. It was a place where smiles were genuine, where a friendly nod from a passerby could brighten your day.