"And if you have a minute, why don't we go talk about it somewhere only we know?"
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Maya Beaulieu, born and raised in Montreal, has heard the stories about Lance Stroll, the boy who grew up down the street of where she lived. All the reason to stay...
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October 31st, Montreal, Canada
The treehouse is nearly empty. Most of the stuff inside was mine, and I only leave Lance's stuff behind.And the box with the necklace.
I guess that one wasn't that special after all. I wasn't that special.
The pain that came with that realization didn't stop, it lingered around my heart. I try to ignore the fact that Natalia wasn't present at Brazil yet. And I try to ignore that Lance looked like he hadn't slept in a few days.
But I did care. And that hurt too.
"Maya?" Alexandra voice snaps me from my thoughts, and I quickly smile at her.
"Sorry, I just... I dozed off."
"I can see that. Are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"
"No, there's nothing to talk about."
"Don't you dare think I am stupid, I saw the pictures too."
I shrug, if she saw the pictures, and knew how I felt about Lance, why does she still ask?
"Maya, it is okay to feel hurt, even if it wasn't official yet."
"Alexandra, I don't want to talk about it. There is nothing to talk about."
"Please."
"No, I don't want to talk about. I don't want to talk about feeling hurt, about feeling betrayed. I knew what I got myself into, and I should've been stronger. I should've stayed loyal to myself. I am at fault here, okay? I am," I take a much needed breath. "The stories he brings with him are there for a reason, I knew them before I got involved with him. I tried my best keeping my distance, and I failed."
Alexandra reaches out a tissue, and it's only then that I notice I have started to cry.
"I feel so stupid," I whisper as I try to dry my tears. "I trusted him blindly, and that's on me. And next to feeling hurt, I'm angry, angry at him for making me believe I was special. He said he talked about me to other drivers, and I don't know if he lied to me about that."
"What do you need from me?" Alexandra gives me another tissue. "Do you need a hug? A pep-talk? Do you want me to stay formal and request you to get your shit together for this meeting? Tell me what you need, and I will get it for you."
"I need a hug, and a bottle of tequila."
Alexandra steps closer to me, and wraps her arms around me, "Here's the hug. The tequila will come tonight."
I inhale deeply, and let out a long sigh, my body relaxes in Alexandra's hug, "Thank you."
"Now, get your shit together. We have a meeting to attend, and I think it will be a very good one. Just some updates they want and they have feedback on your new book idea."
