(Gosh, I am so sorry for updating soo slow people. As you didn't know, I was preparing myself for a... well ... an eye surgery. It's very disturbing. But my parents are not home, so that was great. I was in a surveillance. No tv's or any gadgets. That SUCKS. But I'm still hoping you would read this and like it :D and if there's any wrong grammars and spellings, sorry about that too.)
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When I left her, I continued studying in Saint Elian's University in London. My father, of course isn't that MUCH horrible to actually send me in a bad school.
I stayed in a dorm, or more likely to say a rat house. It's small, and has a lot of cobwebs in every corner. It has no sun coming inside the room, so it was always dim, not telling if it's night or day. The university, though, was very prestigious and famous. I even met Chef Ramsay. Yeah, he's cool, not really the demon he really is in television. I met a lot of people; new people. New characteristics and very different personalities. I made new friends and paid all my attention to my studying, so I wouldn't remember her and weep. The summer went, fall, autumn, and then the snow, and I've been numb.
Years grew by, and, I think, I got used being alone. I hadn't contact my parents, just Allen and Jadyn, calling them every now and then. I wouldn't try to contact Gabrielle, 'cause that would seem stupid. I tried to call her once, unconsciously, but I had no answer.
I was thinking she already changed her number.
I finished college then. Some of my friends still had contact me and stayed close, some just went to go to their own lives. And then after I studied, I went back to New York and began to find jobs. I realized then, that it's really hard trying to find one. First, I was hired as a dishwasher, actually. Then the owner 'promoted' me to be the person who prepares the ingredients for the Chefs to cook. Then, I think, I got tired there, and went to find another restaurant for me to work to. Greatly enough, I was hired in one of my Dad's friend's restaurant that was called 'Arena Fish'. As the name said, the dishes there are all about fish. I never liked fishes, it's smelly and stuff. But as I work there for two years, now, I actually am used to it. And the dishes they're preparing are very expensive and delicious. I was now one of the head Chefs there. Raffy, the owner who's my Dad's friend too, actually trusted me. I didn't let him down, for the sake of my father's name and mine's. I worked hard. Really I did.... one of the reasons is that.... maybe, just hoping, that if I worked hard enough, that I put all of my attention there... hopefully, I could forget about her.
That was a big joke.
I couldn't forget her. Her being my inspiration isn't helping too. I never had any other ‘especial person’ then after I left. I never looked at it anyone the same I do to her. Why, she's one in a million, for me. I still loved her. I can't let myself be with anyone as long as I'm still in love with her. That would be unfair.
I was at my condo in Manhattan, watching America's Next Top Model, when my phone rang. It's Ken. My condo is not much 'that' fabulous like you see in T.V.. It's very small and has an eerie feeling. I was thinking someone had died there, but I didn't have enough money when I moved there, so, me being the cheap one, I rented a condo that's smaller than my dorm room in London - and trust me, like I said, my dorm room back there is like a rat’s house.
"Hello?" I answered my phone.
"Hey, momma.." He said that momma part weirdly.
"Ew, Ken, your gay, don't say that."
I heard him laugh on the other line "Hypocrite?"
"Whatever," I said standing up to go to my kitchen. "What's up?"
"Well, Ricci, that whore just got to New York just yesterday. She wanted us three to meet."
"What!?" I exclaimed, after taking a drink at the soda I just got in my fridge "Why she didn't called me?"
