Whenever Monarch was defeated, we thought that everything would go back to how it was before. We thought we could express ourselves freely. We could feel what we wanted to feel. And we were able to. Just not for long. Lila Rossi as we know her, but...
We just landed in Paris everyone was ecstatic, except for me. I already missed Dami. It's pathetic, believe me I know, I just can't get him out of my head. Every time I close my eyes all I see is his gorgeous face.
"Girl, stop moping and get over here!" Alya gestures towards where she stands, close to the exit of the airport.
I grab my bags and make my way over to her, only to be stopped by a voice that doesn't belong here.
"Angel, you do realize you can take more than one trip when carrying your bags."
I drop everything I was holding and turn around behind me, there he was! Dami is here! In Paris!
I run towards him and jump into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. Tears fill my eyes and drip down my cheeks.
"Wha-what are you doing here?" I stutter looking down into his deep green eyes.
"I cannot exist without you, Malak. Did you think I would survive with you being so far away?" He uses his hand to brush a strand of hair from my tear-streaked cheek.
"What about Bruce? Didn't he forbid you from coming?"
"Father already knows that I do not listen to his rules, I have no idea why he continues to attempt to get me to."
Guys I know it's a short chapter, like really, really, really, short. But the next chapter will be longer! I promise! I won't post it tomorrow, I'm a little busy but I'll post soon.
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