where are ü now | b.b (CURRENTLY ON-HOLD)

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I looked at him with wide eyes. The room seemed to be shrinking, fast, and the tension between us grew dangerously quickly. I was trying to figure out what was so special with Los Angeles. United Kingdom seemed perfect enough for me. Yet again, I've never lived in Los Angeles for nearly half my life compared to Brooklyn.

"Why LA? What's so special about it?" I dared to ask. He looked at me like I had grown another head, and started laughing so loudly, like he was humiliating me.

"What's so special there? So many things, Megan!" He stood up and paced around a small spot. I leaned onto my En Suite door and folded my arms. With the tension in the room increasing, it was getting terribly difficult for me to breath. Plus, the tight crop top I wore was certainly not helping at all.

"The city feels so alive with the bright colours shining everywhere. The people there have such freedom and vibe. When I see people going to work, they don't wear those typical, very uncomfortable suits. They don't give a damn and I love that. Having such release and living the life. You don't find that here in London. Neither anywhere here in the UK," He stated. He was partially true, but there was a white lie. He has never explored the full of the United Kingdom. He's too famous to explore places compared to my family and I, who aren't as known. I am fortunate enough to explore the world without getting stopped by total strangers.

"Fair enough. I'll stay here in England, while you live in LA. End of the conversation. Get out of my room please," I softly said. I wasn't mad at him. I just needed time to think. About what? I have no clue. But I needed a release and the topic wasn't helping. "What," He choked out and looked at me. And for once, I looked into his gorgeous, brown eyes.

"I just need to breathe. I'm asking you nicely. Can you please get out?" I sighed. I saw hurt and worry in his eyes, which was torture to me. He walked up to me and pecked me on the forehead. "I love you okay. No matter the distance we might have to go through, I will always love you." He headed to my door, and with one last glance, he walked out.

Before I could let out a heavy breath, the door opened again and Mike stood there. "Are you okay? I heard shouting." Although he was asking from concern, I was irritated. All I needed was space. "Get out, Mike. Please. I need to breath and handle this alone." He gave me a small smile and shut the door.

I decided it was best to calm myself by heading to the dance studio. I always went there whenever I was stressed and needed some release.

I picked out something comfortable and walked out without informing anyone. I didn't care about the world around me. I switched off my phone and peacefully walked to the studio. The point here is, I would sacrifice myself for my relatives, but this time, I needed time for myself. Some people are so selfless, care so much about their loved ones, and forget about themselves. If their selflessness rises to a high point, it has its risks.

Soon enough, I reached the dance studio. Although I am a self-trained dancer, I visit the dance studio every once and awhile, to observe the professionals practicing. Complicated dance moves can go terribly wrong if you don't carefully observe and practice.

"Megan! It's been so long!" A cheerful Danielle Peazer beamed as I entered the studio. I looked at Danielle from head-to-toe and she was flattering than I last saw her, which was around two months or so. Ever since the beginning of 2014, she started keeping her beautiful, dark brown and black, long hair straight. She was fitter than before and the gorgeous smile on her face seemed to brighten up London and my irritated mind.

"Hi, Dani! Feels like years since I've seen this flawless figure of yours." The other dancers stopped their dancing routine and looked over at the two of us, who were already in a hug.