mafias obsession(1st book in mafia obsession series)

chapter 30: sweet sweet Paris

And so we arrived at a place that wasn't filled with all the torture that other places were. A place were we could forget our troubles. A place anyone loved because of the things it brang. Holiday.

Well technically we weren't yet there, however where we were was the airport which is where all good holidays started right?

I had always loved these places as it was somewhere you could see everything happen at once, see everyone living their lives in seperate ways but in the same place. Some people were letting go of each other whilst others were meeting them for the first time. Some people had just been to their destination whilst others were just going. Some people were finding somewhere to settle down whilst others were finally starting their life and going to explore the world.

It was the one place where you could see anything and everything. Most people said life started and were finishing at hospitals, i would say that the true place it was happening was at airports.

We went over to some seats to wait for our flight to be called, as we waited i watched the people pass by. I suppose people watching was one of my favourite things to do, it was so interesting to see how others acted and lived. How different they all were to each other and myself.

I smiled as I saw Sadie lay her head on Lye's shoulder and saw another couple from the corner of my eye, hugging each other like they had just found their other half. However there was also a lady stood with her suitcases and crying like she had just lost hers. Who knew that people were so interesting, the human race was so different to how nature reacted, less simple and having more complications involving thoughts and memories and future dreams.

I heard our flight number being called and stood instantly. It was such an automatic reaction, the human race were trained to answer to anything that involved them, but it always made me wonder if that was how we were supposed to be. Were we supposed to have names and know when our birthday was? Or were we supposed to be oblivious to such things? who knew what we were truly meant to be, it was something that would always be uncertain.

We walked towards our line and about half an hour later, possibly longer, we were boarded onto our plane. Going over to our seats, mixed emotions washed over me like they always did on such dangerous yet wonderful vehicles. Would we survive the flight? Would a destructive crash happen? Would i be known if it did, my name plastered on the news along with many other strangers? Or would the flight be peaceful and successful? Would i still be an unknown citezen of the world? Who ever knew what would happen on the fascinating thing we called planes, it was another uncertain thing.

That's what made me question so much about humans, we were always so uncertain about things yet so sure about others, how could we survive in such a chaotic mind and world?

Eventually everyone was boarded and we took off into the sky, flying over clouds and what we called our normality only to arrive at another version of it.

As the plane landed again we stepped into the fresh air, it smelling different than how the english one did. That was the thing about different countries their air always smelt so different and smelt different too. I suppose that was one way you could figure out you were in a different place, the climate was always so different.

We got an uber to the main city of the place we were at. Paris.

The last time i was here i was around the age of 8, i couldn't remember my exact age however it was for one of my birthday's and my mother took me. We went around almost all of the sightings and took many many photos, if only we knew that was going to to be one of our last positive mother-daughter times, i wonder what we would have changed about it.

The uber drove through small towns and over a bridge, the sightings of France already being so beautiful. That was one of the things about going to somewhere you didn't live yourself you could see the beauty that commoners couldn't themselves. Although it always made no sense to me, commoners would be living here for years and didn't see the beauty in the place yet people who had only stayed for a few seconds could. How did any of that make sense?

Why would someone pick such a place to live if they didn't see the beauty in it? Was it because it was were they grew up or maybe it seemed like the best place to raise a family? Maybe the thoughts of little kids running around made them alot happier than beauty ever could? I wonder what it would be like to have parent's like that and to be one of those parent's myself.

Eventually it was obvious that we had arrived in Paris as it was busier and there was tour buses going around all over the place. You could see how happy and intrigued the tourists were, which some would say made the place better whilst others said it made it no longer so peaceful.

The uber arrived outside of a grand hotel, it felt too fancy for me to even step a foot in it but because i was on holiday i decided why not pretend i could be fancy for a couple of weeks. We only lived this life once so we should make the most of it right?

The hotel had the lobby area, and a dining area with a buffet, and a pool and a few other places too. We were given a key card and guided to our room, the room was one of the biggest ones i had ever seen.

Usually when i went on holiday there was simply two or three beds, a very small table and a tv above it. However that wasn't even the size of half of this room, this room had two seperate areas. It had a living area and then the bedroom area. How grand was this place?

As soon as we placed our suitcases in the corner of the room we went over to the bed, all of us exhausted. And rested for a while, thoughts of how we would spend the two weeks drifting though my mind.