„He is an idiot."
„You too."
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Haydée and Arthur.
DeeDee and Artie.
You can say it how you want but it still has same meaning. It's always these two, brunette girl and brunette boy.
Since her birth they know each other. They were their first...
"Think whatever you like, but believe me, what you're thinking is very wrong."
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Haydée got home within twenty minutes. She never drove a car, never even got a driver's license. It wasn't because she hated cars so much, she just didn't like the extremely fast ones where a single wrong move could mean dying in flames or being split in half. Haydée always rode as a passenger, simply never getting a license because she didn't need it. There was no point in getting one because she never needed it—there was always someone to drive her, or she would ride a bike or use public transport.
She lived in the center of Nice, so everything was close by, as most of the important things were located in the center. Even her university was in the city center, about a five-minute walk from her apartment, so she never had to rush.
She loved Nice. As a child, she grew up between Monaco and Paris—depending on where her father needed to be for the races. Luckily, her parents didn't force her to attend every race, so she spent a lot of time with her grandparents in Paris.
Haydée was born in Monaco, which made her a Monegasque by their laws, but having French parents also gave her French citizenship. So, she had two passports, but she only used one. She wanted to be French, and so she mainly identified as French.
She liked Monaco, it was a beautiful place. The buildings were gorgeous, and the surrounding nature was breathtaking. What she didn't like about Monaco was its prestige. Only wealthy people lived there, many of whom were athletes involved in motorsport. Haydée really didn't need to see Formula 1 drivers or other racers every day, so she preferred to have an apartment in Nice.
"I'm back," she shouted as she walked through the door, knowing Hugo was home and hadn't gone out.
Hugo was her boyfriend. A tall brunette who studied finance and now worked as a financial advisor and assistant at an investment firm. Haydée met him at a university party where their friends introduced them, thinking they would look good together.
They were right. Hugo and Haydée truly were an incredible couple. At university, they were the model couple everyone envied and wanted to be like. Outside, they were exactly the kind of couple everyone liked—they didn't cling to each other, didn't kiss excessively, and simply respected being in public.
She was nineteen when they met, and now she was twenty-one. Over the years, their love had gone through many complications but also many beautiful moments.
"Hi," Hugo shouted back, "I thought you'd be out longer. Wasn't your father in an accident?"
Their relationship was currently at its lowest point. Or at least that's how it felt to Haydée. In recent weeks, whenever she was with Hugo, she felt nothing. The love she had carried for him for two years was suddenly gone. She still liked spending time with him but wouldn't say it was love anymore. She didn't want to end their relationship immediately because she felt it was just a phase—they were used to being together all the time, but now Hugo worked and had less time, and she was busy with school.
