𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴.
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Giselle Martin prefers a quiet life, hiding in the shadows, and watching her childhood crush live out his playboy whims.
When she comes back from school...
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CHAPTER 4
"All time does is pass and all I do is remember."
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Feeling homesick for a place that's never really felt like home is an odd feeling.
I remember being in high school muttering to myself about how I wanted to go home only to have the sickening realization that I was, quite literally, in my childhood bedroom.
I stood outside the train station downtown waiting for my father to pick me up. Biting my lip I looked down at my phone to check the time. I knew traffic was bad which is why I told him I would take the train downtown instead of him having to sit through rush hour traffic on the way to the airport, but was it that bad?
My last year in Paris was exciting and just as wonderful as the first. I passed all my classes and grew closer to Chloe and Amelia who promised to visit me when they could. While I would miss being there, I missed being home more.
Home.
Where was home?
I read a quote once that said "America is my country, but Paris is my hometown," and ever since I read it, it made sense to me.
For two years, Paris had been my home and I loved it. But there were moments where I would find myself thinking about my father and the De Luca's and the room over the garage I knew was waiting for me.
I thought coming back here would fill me with relief but all I feel right now is nervousness.
My stomach began to lurch in anticipation. I hoped nothing bad had happened. I missed my dad so much while I was away. I heard a car pull up and my head whipped up to see if it was him, but upon seeing the unfamiliar model my lips formed a thin line.
I checked my phone again to see if I had missed any calls or texts from my dad.
Nope.
Nothing.
Nada.
I took a deep breath trying to calm myself down. The small town I was in was cozy and familiar. In high school, I liked walking around here and going into the little shops and cafes. The train station was near the edge of town and on the other side of the platform in front of me was a post office and a small art gallery.
The entire town was a bit busy, excited for the upcoming fall. Cars were parked along the one-way roads and the lamp posts were decorated with fairy lights and autumn-themed banners.
A small shiver ran through me. I had been waiting outside in the chilly autumn air for around 45 minutes at this point. I sent a text to my father, asking him if he was okay. Maybe he was here but he just didn't recognize me?
