Renée closes the door behind her and leaves me in an empty house. I sigh and go upstairs to the empty rooms. I walk past Mathieu's room and open the door. I walk to the window and look outside. There's a perfect view of the Peterson's garden. James and Mathieu are talking to each other, they laugh a lot.
A knot ties in my stomach. How could I not see it? How could I not see how they are in love? I leave my son's room and walk further down the hallway to Juliette's room. The pastel colours meat me and I smile softly. She never liked the colours, I picked them. I miss my daughter. We had so much fun together, shopping, talking about Patrick, making her beautiful...
I hear the front door open and rush to the stairs so I can see who it is. Renée looks at me. 'I forgot my lamp,' she says and walks up the stairs to her bedroom. She disappears inside and comes back out with her tacky sea turtle lamp. My daughter walks past me without saying another word. 'It's an ugly lamp!' I say loudly. 'Like you!' Renée shouts back before closing the front door.
After a moment I walk into her room and look at her stupid green curtains. I rip them off the wall and make an angry sound. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Victor always picked her side, always. Not ever mine. She never appreciated anything I did for her.
When I was concerned about her weight, she got mad. When I helped her find fashionable clothes, she shrugged me off like an annoying mosquito. When I found a perfect partner for her, she made a scene. And all I am left with now is nothing. The love of my life is gone and it's all her fault. I should never have gotten her, but Victor convinced me to. He wanted another child, not me.
The front door opens again and I make my way back to the stairs. Victor stands there, holding some keys up. 'These are our keys, where do you want me to put them?' he asks, not looking at me. 'Victor? Tu as sûr de ton choix? Je t'aime.' For a second he looks at me. 'J'ai sûr, Sarah,' he says silently.
He runs a hand through his grey hair that once was blonde. 'I'll leave the keys here,' he says and lays the keys in the bowl on the cabinet next to the front door. 'Bye,' he says before leaving the house. I start sobbing as the door closes. Why? Why did this happen to me? I did nothing wrong!
The translations in order:
'Victor? Are you sure about you decision?'
'I am sure, Sarah.'
Wordcount: 445
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Mismatched Socks
Romance!!! Available as a physical book !!! Renée Marie Moons is a clumsy, chaotic, but kind introverted eighteen year old. In the summer her family moved to England. Now they live next to her mother's best friend and also her best friend - Colin Maxwell...
